Whipping tears from the sky, as the forsaked throne embrace it`s soul. With blood on their hands, and high-raised swords, the ancient gods command. Fading
them towards The path of war and the martyr's hands Blood shall spill and the ancient shall feast Upon the throne of the angel beast Poison seed shall
: Whipping tears from the sky, as the forsaked throne embrace it`s soul. With blood on their hands, and high-raised swords, the ancient gods command.