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Evolved, over centuries
Ever floating 'tween then and now
Suffused with wisdom from the ancients
Hence the menace we have avowed to sough
Oh, as the spirits are screaming
Requisition my art, my all
This world, ripened for the taking
We've been summoned and we answer the call

Legends awake
Madness doth quake
Humanity doth wrawl
Epic how we earn new grace as epically you fall!

Over time we've drifted far from human
These chasms never rectified
Grown weary of your ineptitude
Your weakness cannot be denied

So no longer have we patience to be constrained
Make peace with your creator
'Cause in the end, only epics shall remain

Legends alive
Madness doth thrive
Humanity doth wrawl
Epic how we earn new grace as epically you fall!

Know my name!
Know our many faces!

Epics alive
Epics still thrive
By now, you should remember my name
Oh this world will never be the same...

No need to ponder what my being desires
Persistent longing for flesh, my only vice
Nothing quells this hunger, humanity afoul
There is no safe haven for I’m always on the prowl

Miserere

They suffer in silence
No words as their tongues are first to go
Redemptive crucifixions
Nails deeper ‘cause you’re bleeding out too slow

I spread my misery, biblically evolved
Bathe in condemnation, with your blood I feel absolved
Some will see the darkness but all will feel the pain
Have no doubt, my precious as your life goes down the drain

They suffer in silence
No words as their tongues are first to go
Redemptive crucifixions
Nails deeper ‘cause you’re bleeding out too slow

Love… This is the face of love
From a rather misanthropic, manly point of view
Hate… I am a mirror, won’t deviate
Reflecting all the angst with pleasure… It’s nothing new
It’s nothing new!

Join us for a celebration of purpose
Raise you glasses, hear what we propose
In Nomine Deorum Maximorum
Bless this feast as we fortify
As now begins the battle of all ages
Embrace the fear in our enemy's eyes

Marching, marching
We're the victors 'fore our time
We spread the gospel
of the warriors divine
Marching, marching
Felling victims by and by
So sayeth doctrine exercitus irae

Oh with a might roar
They're falling faster
Despondent infidels clearly in our sights
We move with vigor as our gods
Are so demanding
All advancing, rid the earth
of all this fucking blight!

From these grapes of wrath
Come most noble of wine
Sacred libations until the closing of time

Oh the ancients put strength in our hands
Oh disbelievers they all will be damned!

Since the seventh day the gods
all know exactly what I'm thinking
I'm working, I'm working
To undue all their harm
I'm working, I'm working,
I'm right all their wrongs
Their resting satisfaction
Is as worthless as can be
That's why I'm working,
I'm working to reverse their disease
I'm working, I'm working
To quell these miseries

My calling
So disturbing
No lamenting
Implements my manifesto

The least of demons laughing
As we celebrate this quest come true
Through working and working
I'll hold them all accountable
I'm working, I'm working
Put an end to those responsible

Though they've seen this coming
It's still alarming
Oh, the great dethroning
Bind them for eternity
Leave no trace
Fueled by fire and Satan's grace
All are unforgiven
All victims of my manifesto

You anti-hero of this world
Spread thy wings, destroy
Clear the slate of population
Every implement employ

Scorcher blazing through the sky
Scorching all that's gone awry
Anything but heaven sent
Scorcher deaf to your repent

Die, die, die
His cruelty unmistakeable
Die, die, die
His art of killing so divine

Underground that gifts his skills
Long fermenting his grim will
Clemencies are all denied
Satan laughs as worlds collide

Scorcher blazing through the sky
Scorching all that's gone awry
Anything but heaven sent
Scorcher deaf to your repent

Die, die, die
His cruelty incomparable
Die, die, die
His art of killing so divine

Art of killing so divine
Art of killing so divine

Once in a blue moon comes a man of great conviction
Making his presence boisterously known
He stands strong while others, meek, avert their minds
Steadfast against the subterfuge and lies
Never a challenge comes without being answered
Never a quest too mountainous to scale
No fear of radical confrontations
No paths in which he shan't prevail

Invictus

Words may come slow but action never will
Millions of eyes that follow are waiting for the thrill
As an unsuspected hero does what he does best
Charging all the prophets, put them to the test
As gold is their only god whose gleam is designed to blind
The masses are all fodder for greed so well defined
They seek to be almighty through trickery and skill
They may control the narrative but they'll never
Control his will!

Invictus

There's no force could stymie his drive
Those feeble prophets of old can't survive
Now provoked, Sir Invictus has shown you the way
With confidence full, undefeated we are sure to remain

Gold is their only god
Gold is their only god
I'll not be blinded and I'll never be for sale

She nurtures, provides
Through constant - great divides
Though she wonders - why such strife?
Growing weary of your way of life

She's giving, giving more and all you do is take
This greed, unflattering could be your last mistake
As the winds of restlessness blowing through he hair
'Tis time reveal her fangs, 'tis more than she will bear

Too late you realize you bite the hand that feeds
Find no more tolerance for your filthy, novice deeds...No!
Now you'll feel the hunger pangs
None can survive when nature shows her gleaming fangs
Her bite is so severe her cares become remote
Injecting poison to which there is no antidote, no!

Oh mother, take them all!

She gave, gave and gave and you did was take
Your greed so miserable Oh your last mistake
As the winds of restlessness invoke a grave affair
She has revealed her fangs, much more than you can bear
Oh Nature's gleaming fangs...

There lies the wretched ruins where castles used to stand
We claim possession o'er everything once grand
This now is sacred soil, anointed by blood's been shed
Of the countless lambs to slaughter piled amongst the dead

They stood for nothing 'tis the reason for their fall
Their lowly moral grounding crumbles after all
We caused this purge to happen for reason untoward
Church bell droning in the distance
Chimes...the spoils of war

Away you looters! We have looters of our own
Dhampir out of hibernation are all we will condone
They feed on the flesh of fallen and polish all the bones
Fuel for the greatest pyre and the names shall stay unknown

They stood for nothing, now they don't stand at all
Lowest of lowly grounding did crumble after all
Oh the sweetest silence...All that we implore
Except that lonely distant bell chiming the spoils of war

These spoils are so delicious, aroma aeternus
Hunger for now extinguished with all they left for us
Those gone were undeserving of the marvelous air we breathe
Dear mother's soul is smiling o'er the spoils that we retrieved