Through fields of mercilessness

Beyond grimness blew these frigid winds still
Amidst enshrouded and battered wings
Where light was but a cursed word
Colorless skies were ours to rule

Aeons old but infants still
We rose from dormancy
For new thrones were to be won
Monuments of suffering supreme

Unappalled by hatred nor sorrow did we breathe the Art
Far away from all that was deemed fair an empire was born

Under the North began the hunt
Through fields of mercilessness

Where light was drowned in sin
And the twelve names were mocked aloud
With ghastly ruby eyes we gazed upon the breed
Befouled by the stench of god

As for such a race of willing slaves
The meanders of the mind were naught
Through darkened veils we grinned for the pathway of the sword
Was clear as an open sky

Malevolence our vessels we soared
To lands forlorn by echoes of joy plagued
Their weak flesh to be washed away
By a neverending sea of horns

Wails of horror
Through vales of death now crimson forevermore
Tears ran from their mournful eyes
As holiness was ripped apart