Triumphs of a Dying Breed

Upon the thrones of vile wretchedness;

The wicked kings of deceit reign supreme;

Crowns adorned with so many gems of greed;

And peasants burdened with the bitter toils of dire need.

The innocent hang their heads and;

Join to sing the hymn of mourning;

Shackled to ravenous silences and chained;

To fears of all that is still yet to come.

Kingdoms collide in blood-soaked revelries;

On march the dogs of war, holding hell's banner high;

Such a simple objective: to annihilate and destroy;

Archaic battles serving as the precise solution.

To preserve such ancient ideals;

A lifeless eternity will thus be conceived;

Such a precious price will bring the imminent end;

For all who dwell beneath these scarlet skies.

With no hope to rise against these atrocities;

All must now face peril and extinction;

The midnight hour shall arrive yet again;

On the eve of our existence's end.

But hope returns anew for on rides the spirit;

Of pure ambition, the avatar of virtue;

Cloaked in disgust of this bleak realm;

And clad in abhorrence of all you stand for.

The flags stand tall for all who stand in opposition;

To our great deceiver's manifest of lies.

May this burnt patch;

Of crimson earth;

Tell the tale of;

All that will transpire.

Demolishing; Devastation;

Desecrating; Extermination;

Reclaiming all; That was once ours.

And so befell at the first widening of the dawn;

As the sun was climbing the vanquished night sky;

We now desperately await; Your empire's dusk;

To assault and massacre the very;

Embodiment of our grief.

I beseech you to lend your ear;

To all our proclamations;

We will return this curse;

Upon your head tenfold.

May our truths smite your domain to a pile;

Of ash and cinder, vengeance at last;

For your era is dying fast.

Long promise and short anguish is the road;

That leads to the sure triumph of your throne;

And with these words we have planted;

The fields of war with your forsaken evils all dead.