The darkness is deeper
Stronger than the night
Hunting in loud silence
Pure evil on my left and right
Enraged in our ebony
The spawns of immaculate tar and me
On the road to fiendish glory
Feverish for the pending war
Within the blackest fog
No sun, no moon, not a goddamn star
Anywhere
Just us
The harbingers of pestilence and fear
On the path to redemption
I can hear the angry daemons
Wailing at a shifting sky
Taste the vengeance in the air
Few will live and many, many will die.

Say what you will soldier
We know what this is about
In this frigid rock strewn yard
Your doubtful seeds and weeds will never sprout
Fire in my eyes
I was born ready
Warrior alone
To touch my destiny
My disdain for the enemy has long seeped to the bone
We will burn, heaven and hades
Before I surrender this coveted throne

There will be no peace in any valley
No fucking milk and honey
No rest for the vile or the meek
No haven for the strong and the weak
My kind, we thrive solely on
Destruction and misery
There will be no forgiveness
Not a single transgression large or small
That we will forget
The cleanly and the dingy
I want them all showered in pristine death

They know we are coming
Let them do what they do
The ghosts of slayers and poets past
Will shadow us through
We've burnished our horns and buffed our tails
And unleashed the inherent hatred
To power our mighty sails
On the road to sinful glory
My angel on my mind
Craving the unthinkable
I can taste the unholy wine 
And…
I can hear my angry daemons 
Wailing at a shifting sky
Immaculate tar
Few will live and many, many must die

Come children, come and let us fly.


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