Tyrants Blood Cauldron Of Blood
A once great king, confined to an eternal fortress, the battle frenzied power of an undead warrior.
Flaming spear of the sun comes alive.
Legends everlasting.
To the earthen prison he is bound, enriching the blade with deeds of violence.
Ritualistically killed, he is gone from us now.
Sacred maidens of eternal flame,led to dictatorship and misery.
Invigorated by the spoils of war.
Cauldron of blood and sword of moon.
Power to feed the thirsty slaughter withdrawn
Cauldron of blood and sword of moon,king of kings the horned god.
look beyond life to the higher realms,
Submerged deep within the subconscious, grotesque inversions of life.
Insufferable destruction,desirable ending in sight.
Lamenting the unbearable absence prayer, the manuscripts drenched in virgin filth.
Slaine will ask for blood,
Slaine will lessen the loss.
The absence is over.
The conjuring of the deity is dormant at the gate of death.
