At The Throne Of Judgment - The Diabolist | Текст песни

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Here in this land, an army gathers
Beneath a conqueror's oppressive hand,
Where a foolish champion leads his steadfast men
He stands at his pulpit forged by bones of the slain
He screams to his legions brimming with his gruesome bane

And with God's hand I shall rase your lands
I’ll tear your throat like a wolf to a lamb
My fists bludgeon like the horns of a ram
My sword severs unholy endeavors
You're damned!

Here in this land Heroes are gods, where stars dictate men;
This bemused wretch seeks something only Immortals can fend

Alas, winter hath past,
Yet I did not beckon thy blade
I shall nourish you with god-like prey
Malicious fiend what is your say?

And with God's hand I shall raise your lands
I’ll tear your throat like a wolf to a lamb
My fists bludgeon like the horns of a ram
My sword severs unholy endeavors

My sword lay dormant in it's sheath
Arcturus, bough of the beast
Bless me with your amnesty
And flaunt your serrated ravenous teeth

Here in this land, Heroes are gods, where stars dictate men
This bemused wretch seeks something only Immortals can fend

Alas, winter hath past,
Yet I did not beckon thy blade
I shall nourish you with god-like prey,
Malicious fiend what is your say?

I shall carve thy epithet into my foe's open chest,
I shall maul their bones clean
I am Arcturus, my master's in need!

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