Whisperhead - March, Conquer, The Trail Will Leave Nothing But Corpses And Dust In Its Wake (31,000 / 2012) | Текст песни

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Self proclaimed ruler of Mankind

Sent his armies into the skies

To find his lost sons and conquer the galaxy

Planets and populations are subjected to His will

On one such planet with large underground cities

He found his first son, a reuniting bond

Teaching him in the art of warfare

He placed him at the head of a legion of soldiers

And so the search continued for the rest of his lost sons

Until finally eighteen of his twenty sons were found

I'm the first son, favoured son, ambitious one

Charismatic, caring and loved by all

Spreading knowledge, liberating with or without consent

I lead an expedition of armies

To unknown planets and systems

Freeing or wiping out civilizations

I install loyal men in command

And leave for the next system

Upon hearing one such man rebelling

I break down into a furious rage

"I'll tear his head off,

And feed his body to the crows!"

I return to the moon to face my dark fate

The bloated figure with curved blade, impossibly fast and precise

The blade seeking my heart with a life of its own

Struck down, wounded and dying only one solution remains

The slumber in the temple where the Chaos Gods seek my allegiance

The dream filled with lies and deception, can't tell what's true or false

I finally see through the truths and lies - "Father, you betrayed me!"

I take the choice to ally myself with the Chaos Gods

The One-eyed Wolf failed to save me from seduction

Beckoned by Chaos I grow dark and twisted

The Arch-Enemy's deceit planting the seeds of Hate

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