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A brutal death decree
The shaman cries
Under his shrieking call
The clan enthralled
And with our sacred blades
Their flesh be flayed
But it is with the maul
They’re all condemned to fall
They will pontificate
Debate, deliberate
Housed in ivory towers
Charlatans in contrived finery
Violence is our highest law
Way of fang, horn and claw
A legal deed is worthless
In the grasp of the dead
And when the sun has set
Their scalps and skins are stretched
Tanned and marked with curses
Crafted into pouches for discarding defecation
Violence is our highest law
Way of fang, horn and claw
Your law means shit
When your skull is caved in
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Cleanse yourself before
The festival of the crushed skull moon
Feast, celebration and praise
Coursing powers spill from cosmic rays
Sacrifice, a death consecration
Bowing to idols to ward off doom
The young warriors engage in ritual combat
Be pinned or wounded, walk free in shame
The unscathed champion, the pride of the tribe
To appease dark gods, will fall on his knife
The crushed skull moon has risen
Wonder fills their eyes
The sacrifice steps forward
Offering his life
Servants bring oil and tinder
To stoke a roaring blaze
The companion virgins
Are placed upon their knees
They are asphyxiated
To serve eternally
The life drains from his eyes
With a euphoric grin
All placed upon the blaze
The clan shouts words of thanks
The day of doom staved
A blessing upon their grain
The ashes gathered for the youth
Are muddled into caustic paste
They drink the fermentation of the sacrifice
To grant them dark infernal strength
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Phalanx Breaker
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Oppressed by a tactical tyrant
Heavily armored, superior weaponry
They break down our walls, raze our crops
Possessed by avarice, they’ll never stop
But we are the tribe of the cave bear
Vicious and savage are our men
We possess dark ancient magics
A force of nature, he is hell sent
Black magic corrodes their armor fast
Our battle horns sound the attack
Arrogant fools they’ve never seen
The blackness that’s instilled in me
The horn blast, then an aeon of silence
Our giant rises to meet their gaze
Horror fills their face as he quickens his pace
They level their spears, shields lock in place
He plows through with a gorey crash
Bones break, intestines splash
Their ranks decimated, slowly beheaded
Their general racked and burned,
Skinned and castrated
Heart masticated
Obliterated, disintegrated
Break through the phalanx
Destroy the opposition
Break through the phalanx
Crush the front formation
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Our coven ancient and primal
Adept in the ways of magic
But we forsake not body and mind
Flesh and bone, tooth and hide
Lycanthropic transformation
Elemental transfiguration
Our ways are hexes and curses
Grind the herbs for potion and poison
Venom for our spears and daggers
Elixirs for power and speed
We are the thirteen red witches
Holders of curses and healing
The greatest magic of all
Is within our voices
The tribe bolstered by our screams
Sent into rage, blood bolstered dreams
A feral warcry to frenzy
An order to kill, intensely shrill
Lycanthropic transformation
Elemental transfiguration
Thirteen red witches
Holders of curses and healing
Greatest magic of all
An order to kill, intensely shrill
Intensely shrill……..
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