Force Of Fire

Blood of the wretchèd one, cursed are their souls

Drunk with their own fallacies, a mental parole

Slaves to these the errored flesh, another mind to rape

The force that paves the way, a deepened dusk relates

I have regained the throne, nighted is your lorde

I embrace that which I am, remnants of the dark sword

Preposterous few, impaled mass, the thinkers are braindead

Pretense that foresaw the end, or those who wept instead

Force of Fire

The Hand will slowly, faint of heart, descend to the black gate

So a nebulous creation, dims its pale lore of fate

The hooded elder ones will tell the sickening rasp of old

The wizardry of ancient times, a decadence so cold

Weapon wielding, demon yielding murderous machines

Who set ablaze a mortal fire for casualties unseen

The enemy released his minions and his darkest knights

Consuming total phantom faith, for endless sinful strife

Force of Fire

They had crossed a godless time with Angel Symphonies

Healing harps of Seraphim gave way to your decease

Whitest Hand of Western hills set out for the conquest

To kill the Eye in the name of Good the wound upon its breast

Equestrians into the hills prepare to deem your death

The Hand, misled by pious blood saw that nothing was left

Livid was the demon beast ascending from the sea

When shadows fell about the horrid, catatonic plea