Host of black Pandora
Swarms across the earth
No chest to close
No prayers intoned
To stem the tide of endless
Death with no rebirth
Behold the priest
Prostrate to God
Behold the slave
Open the throat of the lamb
Hear the king
Crying to Mammon
Watch as they die
Butchered like swine on the sword
Long they endured
Clutching the cross
Long they endured
Sucking the the tits of the wolf
All the while
Steel was sharpened
Stars cannot stop
Monsters with faces of men
Fires of iconoclasm consume
All your treasures
Unto the roots of this world...
Scorch the home of the gods
Abandon all hope for your heroes and
All your prophets
Trust in the sword at your side
Fall upon the blade
There is no martyrdom when there is nothing to save
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Host of black Pandora
Swarms across the earth
No chest to close
No prayers intoned
To stem the tide of endless
Death with no rebirth
Behold the priest
Prostrate to God
Behold the slave
Open the throat of the lamb
Hear the king
Crying to Mammon
Watch as they die
Butchered like swine on the sword
Long they endured
Clutching the cross
Long they endured
Sucking the the tits of the wolf
All the while
Steel was sharpened
Stars cannot stop
Monsters with faces of men
Fires of iconoclasm consume
All your treasures
Unto the roots of this world...
Scorch the home of the gods
Abandon all hope for your heroes and
All your prophets
Trust in the sword at your side
Fall upon the blade
There is no martyrdom when there is nothing to save
Swarms across the earth
No chest to close
No prayers intoned
To stem the tide of endless
Death with no rebirth
Behold the priest
Prostrate to God
Behold the slave
Open the throat of the lamb
Hear the king
Crying to Mammon
Watch as they die
Butchered like swine on the sword
Long they endured
Clutching the cross
Long they endured
Sucking the the tits of the wolf
All the while
Steel was sharpened
Stars cannot stop
Monsters with faces of men
Fires of iconoclasm consume
All your treasures
Unto the roots of this world...
Scorch the home of the gods
Abandon all hope for your heroes and
All your prophets
Trust in the sword at your side
Fall upon the blade
There is no martyrdom when there is nothing to save
Writer: Andrew Bailey, Ryan Chesley
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