Legion Atrophic

Dawn, the sanguine sun crests afar.

Our eyes strained to see, as

Wings of carrion obscure the sky,

Salivating at the feast.

Death befell all who stood their ground

Torn apart their bodies befouled

Crushed beneath unrelenting claws

No mercy was shown

Separating the earth

Forasken maw unfolding

The harbinger of the end

Speaks his haunting words

I'm nothing more than a ghost

Now unto me you must absolve your souls

Fear not your fate for again you will rise

This masked illusion will be your demise

All tormented souls begging for death's embrace

Who call to masters now, release our mortal binds.

They writhe in agony for all of eternity.

Eloquent words written in scars inscribe the terrible passings of the battle

Intricate patterns splayed in flesh to appease the ones who guide their hands

Cadaverous facade erected in worship to their demon gods below

Cries of the wicked echo in their halls,

The deathsong in their ears.

Marching forth through winter's grasp

Their withering lives wrought from their hands

All they held close

A fading thought of what was once their souls

Breathing stops burning hearts turning cold.

Dusk, the sanguine sun sets afar

OUr eyes bleeding see

Wings of carrion take to the sky

Salivating at the feast.

Skeletal lord forces his will upon those with the weakened mind

Waiting once again to rise at his call to take up arms.

Now they wait at his word

Hilts held in deadened clutch.