Holy Terror Guardians Of The Netherworld
protectors of forbidden places keepers of the watch seeing those enslavened faces withered souls forgotton lives atop the perch a silent throne the vindicating eyes saints of hell of desperate cries Guardians of the netherworld captors of the damned pinniacle of your disaster the watcher on the stand exiled on a lifless steeple appointed from above a veil was placed across our brow annointed one and all to die for lust of life A war is raging on inside us guarded by the horde with lesser gods of higher rank prodding them to war no father son or holy spirit nor defenses from the foe all are battered torured shattered allegiance without death is woe A maelstrom of impending evil futile fight to win tides of blackness pull you toward it consuming within it's doors BOTH LIFE AND DEATH
