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March Forth Under Tortured SkiesPending extinction worms a hole through your skullThis realm of jaded existence is curse by the coming of storms Unleashed, this vengeance erasing all life Our hate your shall fear Release yourself and march forth under these tortured skies Withstand the enemy, on fields stain their blood Protecting our kin Release yourself and march forth under these tortured skies Awaken the dragon inside Great empress of the shadows For lost is this human race for destroying cosmic worlds Pending extinction has wormed its hole through your skull Fear the silence of centuries past All life has now gone Redeem yourself and march forth under these tortured skies Prelude so infinite, the Earth and the stars All life has now gone Release yourself and march forth under these tortured skies We hail the goddess of Earth and of time Within the roots of the oak and the pine Cursed now is our species For the ending of all of the seasons....Destroyed!! An ending of all, it shall be our last As all human life is defeated with ease Servants of pain, loss and of torture Polluting yourselves to the point of regret....Abolishing!! And ending of all, it shall be our last As all human life is defeated with ease Servants of pain, loss and of torture Polluting yourselves to the point of regret Spread your wings, take flight so above Spirit of natural splendor invoked Dark envisioned allurements amidst the dwelling of constant shadows In time all must die Mankind forgotten and gone with the twilight... ...and the stars |