We raise our swords and
Drive them through our enemy
They are moving too fast
For all of us to see
Nothing can save you now
Not even power from the gods
I burn your world
Your flesh crackles and pops
From solid
To liquid
You’re a being with no shape
We must consume
The kings divine essence
The Gods will weep
As we take the heavens
I will strike down my foes
Leaving only bones
You’re a being
With no shape
I will slice through their throats
Desecrate thine thrown
Dying alone
We raise our swords and
Drive them through our enemy
They are moving too fast
For all of us to see
Nothing can save you now
Not even power from the gods
Feed on anything that has a soul
And they’re bodies
Will be mauled in half
More than one ripe body
Will be blessed before
This vile feast
We take this throne
To conjure the final army
Your flesh has paid
Your soul now
Will belong to me