Slaves To The Graves

I bring death and now you suffer

I bring fire from the depths of Hell

I link the flames and that will torch you

I bring destruction in my wake

I am the being between man and God

I am born of the seventh seal

I stand immortal beneath the earth

I am an entity that will never die

I find it amusing how I tear you down

And walk through your battlefield

I derive pleasure from seeing you suffer

As I hang your head on spikes

You think you'll be freed

You think you'll be saved

Just remember the slaves in their graves

I am a tribute to the war

That's been raged

You will remember my name

Boots, Bullets and Blood

The currency of fools

As I collect your scalps for decoration

I consume your putrid remains

And I take your medals

For my shiny collection

I prop your bones

Out as an offering

To he who rule over all

I make to you, a simple declaration

I am the bringer of death and pain

I am the king slayer

I commit regicide

I am the God slayer

I commit Deicide

I stand among the Gods!

I am slayer of the Gods!

I am the eater of the Gods!

I'll become a God!