Book Of Black Earth Occult Machinery
Technology of a different kind. Theology of a new and
darker kind. To bend reality towards the shape of my will
and see the dawn of a new era of justice. As far as our
enemy's lack of human rights, through our cult we'll
bring the war to their eyes. My sword will sing the
angel's departure from life. Brick by skull we'll build
the church of new light. Rise. Rise. Rise Rise. Forbidden
alchemy combined with means to rend the flesh, to tear to
pieces, feed to me what's left. The choir of the dead
will sing the song of broken bones. Summon the watcher,
return them to death. The final resting place there'll be
no time to rest at all. Serve the royalty, remember your
gods. Serve the royalty, remember your gods. See the
watcher see how he rise. See the prophet see how he dies.
