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Published on Oct 27, 2009
Across the arcane battlements, an insidious plague sweeps Wyrm tongued shadow minions, of the tyrant who still sleeps Yet each and every one, shall taste of British steel Their deceit and artifice, waylaid by the fury I wield
Apostate eirenicon poison, the chalice of alchemical might They covet of my lifesblood, but these lands are mine From benighted oak forest, to bleak mist shrouded moor The iron hearted mountains, and grim the frozen shore
At the pinnacle of an exactitude, the inquititious align Gorge, breed, proliferate, isochronal yet sublime A conqueror star shall rise again Above these ravaged lands Bathe them all in its cleansing fire Wreak havoc upon half-man
Subdue the weak, in chains of guile But I'll die upon my feet Pride my armour, yield? not ever No remorse or no retreat
To hew, hack and slay the foe, the avaricious who betray Mighty & Superior! - My cry of victory! Victory!