Triumphs of a dying breed

Upon the thrones of vile wretchedness
The wicked kings of deceit reign supreme
Crowns adorned with so many gems of greed
And peasants burdened with the bitter toils of dire need.

The innocent hang their heads and
Join to sing the hymn of mourning
Shackled to ravenous silences and chained
To fears of all that is still yet to come.

Kingdoms collide in blood-soaked revelries
On march the dogs of war, holding hell's banner high
Such a simple objective: to annihilate and destroy
Archaic battles serving as the precise solution.
To preserve such ancient ideals
A lifeless eternity will thus be conceived
Such a precious price will bring the imminent end
For all who dwell beneath these scarlet skies.
With no hope to rise against these atrocities
All must now face peril and extinction
The midnight hour shall arrive yet again
On the eve of our existence's end.
But hope returns anew for on rides the spirit
Of pure ambition, the avatar of virtue
Cloaked in disgust of this bleak realm
And clad in abhorrence of all you stand for.
The flags stand tall for all who stand in opposition
To our great deceiver's manifest of lies.
May this burnt patch
Of crimson earth
Tell the tale of
All that will transpire.
Demolishing Devastation
Desecrating Extermination
Reclaiming all That was once ours.
And so befell at the first widening of the dawn
As the sun was climbing the vanquished night sky
We now desperately await Your empire's dusk
To assault and massacre the very
Embodiment of our grief.
I beseech you to lend your ear
To all our proclamations
We will return this curse
Upon your head tenfold.
May our truths smite your domain to a pile
Of ash and cinder, vengeance at last
For your era is dying fast.
Long promise and short anguish is the road
That leads to the sure triumph of your throne
And with these words we have planted
The fields of war with your forsaken evils all dead.