Deaths Turbulent Fire

As the fire storms the bloodied heavens

The grieving weep in the dying of light

The congregation of fear feel their tumultuous plight

As lustrious turbulent winds roar across the land

As blood in the seas, are poisoned by the spell

Of the deadliest call, to relish impurest of blood

As heralding masters of our faith

We shall rise above the highest of thrones

To observe and conquer

The whitest of lights fucking faith

With slashing razors, we aim to strike vengeance

Across the plagued wasteland of weakened spirits

On mounted steeds we march forth - hail!

With fearsome blood craving hunger

For pure and cherished blood enslave finest glory

To see them fall and burn pleading fuckn mercy

Skulls are branded by the wielding of irons

And the flesh is slayed by the thunderous sword

Bounded in chains are the remains of a thousand rabid whores

We reap with carnage and lust

Through their villages and destroy their false hope

Blood is smeared in their faces

As a symbol that we are the gods from hell

Cast them to the grave and let them burn in deaths turbulent fire!