Legacies bequeathed by the deaths and decimations Vanquished by pureness and loyalty of a guileless heart Crawling towards the forest of infernal legions begging to arise Beyond the fringes of Belial they await their murk inception Amidst the darkest paths, no light would bring them any solace Neglected by the ones who once betrayed their ancestors
The abhorrent breed was summoned by deceit Their unworthy misery we have strived not to foresee Reaching for the very glee I'll never feel
The blackened gates of the old city are reminders of their own misery Obumbrated by the overlapping forces Amidst the darkest paths, no light would bring them any solace Neglected by the ones who once betrayed their ancestors
It's reassuring for the weak to believe their eviction When their insidious wrath will unfold tauting the sins we forbear Nothing would cease this unerring unwavering march Throes of the wretched The clouds of inequity are glooming the sky above Nothing would cease this unerring unwavering march Throes of the wretched
Through swirling storms defying skies, diminished by the wretched legions Their anguish will prevail Impalement of the least afflicted, by no means of deception Their torment will prevail
Defenders to the throne, defenders of the light Rotting through corpses of eternal grief until the final relief Defenders to the throne, defenders of the light Rotting through corpses of eternal grief until the final relief Sullen, glum and forlorn of hope, loathing the warmth of our souls Crossing the bridges of eternal life to the wounds of our dominion
When their insidious wrath will unfold tauting the sins we forbear Nothing would cease this unerring unwavering march Throes of the wretched The clouds of inequity are glooming the sky above Nothing would cease this unerring unwavering march Throes of the wretched
Tremors from the core of the earth Digging through the depths of the forgotten wounds Fire from the bottom of the earth Consuming and destroying all existing life