Crush horizon, choke the lifeblood
Cold blackened heritage of death
The age of the forceful fist
And an evil deaths desire
Tritons son by blood
Caesar of the pale moon carrion
Blessed be the ruler
The slayer of the brazen morning
Whores flock below
Under these bonchard killing hands
Faces smeared in semen
Bodies cold lay broken
Generations burnt full of marks
The sores of the masters iron
Crawling slow like poison through veins
Dying dark, molested cursed
Through the black ash he sees clearly
Over the rolling hills of murder
The stench of Satan's minions rots the flesh
Soil diseased
Plague ridden shallow graves
Empire built on petrified bones
Dark destroyers upon charcoal thrones
Spirit Jesus torn from the soul
Violence spawned from the cruelest tyrant
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