Rituals fit for the gods
Consumer of hordes
Watching them move in packs
Workers of the iron axe
Rituals and demon packs
Taxing darkness reacts
To our plagues
Rotting our steeds
Boundaries receed
Turning folding greed
Receeds in this vindictive
Pleads for silence
Corpses of hordes
Cellos of sounding reeds
The screams
The blood repeats
It does not release
The flowing violence
Controls by decimated decree
Rules for the rich to
Give them the gift of
A tree growing of gold
I promise
You
But I will take all
Because of my greed
Pride in the way
Don't I look tall
No
You just ended it all
Now you will fall
Into exile under pity
Rituals fit for the gods
Consumer of hordes
Watching them move in packs
Workers of the iron axe
Rituals and demon packs
Taxing darkness reacts
To our plagues
Rotting our steeds
Boundaries receed
Turning folding greed
Receeds in this vindictive
Pleads for silence
Corpses of hordes
Cellos of sounding reeds
The screams
Free the screams
The screams
The screams