Here I stand,
high above
All this death,
as it waits
Spiral crown, made of bone
Blackened blood, horns of agony
Staring down at their wastelands
Primal brain so pure of heart
Bleeding wrecthed blood
Skulls trampled from above
Make my way, down paths of
Sacred song, my soul is strong
I erase the path I take
Hating man horns over
Hands sinister and cold
Are all he's ever known
None... shall... defy... me
All shall fear my ibex eye
Storm comes in disguise
Flames in... my eyes
Sacred... triumph of death
I will take... their last breath
Sacred ways,
triumph of death
They will take... one last breath
Ancient ways,
bringer of death
I will take their last breath
My call is my sword
I will be heard
Sacred ways,
triumph of death
They will take... one last breath
My call is my sword
I will be heard
Ancient ways,
bringer of death
I will take their last breath
My call is my sword
high above
All this death,
as it waits
Blackened blood, horns of agony
Staring down at their wastelands
Primal brain so pure of heart
Bleeding wrecthed blood
Skulls trampled from above
Sacred song, my soul is strong
Hating man horns over
Are all he's ever known
All shall fear my ibex eye
Flames in... my eyes
I will take... their last breath
triumph of death
They will take... one last breath
bringer of death
I will take their last breath
I will be heard
triumph of death
They will take... one last breath
I will be heard
bringer of death
I will take their last breath
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