Thursday, 3 June 2010

Untitled 17.3.10

Mortal lords walk towards us, you will perish in doom
Mortal slaves walk towards us, they will feel our wrath
Mortal foes crushed beneath us, death will come for you soon

Your souls are mine
Cold black and scorn
Weak your bleeding hearts
Burnt corrupt and fooled

Come, kneel before us, your time of judgement is now
Feel our might desend upon you, beneath the depest earth

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