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Ut Appropinquare
00:25
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Blood Adorned War Braids
02:50
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A ritual of fear
Crude intimidation
Take a fallen warrior
Drain them of their fluids
When the battle looms
Drench your hair in blood
Your next victim
Will know what comes
Look them in the eye
Loose a booming roar
For when we come to war
Our braids will be just blood adorned
They have come to war
But tremble at our war
For when they come to war
They’ll just be reduced to gore
There the bodies lay
Slashed with cuts and sores
Worship death and war
Our tribute is of blood and gore
Look them in the eye
Loose a booming roar
For we when we come to war
Our braids will be just blood adorned
Warfare Worship
Crush their skulls
Lacerate
Steal their souls
Gushing pure hate
Hollow their skulls
Defecate
Burn their towers
Their wives defenestrate
I am fire
Demon fathers await at death, and judge harshly our actions
But we did not lose, but used, the blood of the last to destroy all enemy factions
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Caedes
00:42
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Wrath
02:36
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Bow before us
Crumbling rotting tyrant
Your own rule used against you
Our left hand wrath
Dictation of diet and clothing
Individuality and choice eroding
Golden statues sheen becomes blinding
Begging to be defiled by muck
And we will revel in their feverish screams
Once mocking laughter shifts to howls of terror
Your own momentum has felled you
Face our fury and left hand wrath, our left hand wrath
To kill them use their own weigh
Rise again
Evil dead
And take them
To kill them use their own weight
Entrap them
Then maim them
No mercy
To kill them use their own weight
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Et Exitus
01:04
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Reaching down into the earth
Draw up power of fire
Reaching up into the sky
Drawing down the moon
An unprovoked offense must be met with deadly tactics
Hexes, curses, the blackest of magics
Reaching out into hearts of beasts
Draw back power of the wild
Reach out into oceans deep
Bring back power of the tide
Work you raw with no concern
Then lie about their ill intent
Then scoff at your discontent
Void of any moral sense
Mercy won’t be mette out now
Only one language they will speak
I will speak words of suffering
Death to all of their ilk
Lay a pox on their bloodline
Place a curse that will never die
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