Spurred on by hope of conquest. Lusting for spice and gold. Into the churning seas. In the frail bark of tiny boats. . Embedded in the soil of every continent.
Ten lost tribes, slaves in chains. As the scriptures tell of their pains. Torn from lands, chosen roam. The Assyrian kings claim the throne. . Ten lost tribes, the throne they seek.
The blue cloud of doom. Fell upon my land. Felt upon my sword. . Beheading for a feast. Our swords covered with blood. Beneath the melting sun. The praise is for pagan lords.
Come forth you shameless dark cunt. Appeal to my mercy for your life. I command the helpless dame. Bound and shackled in chains. . In secluded regions.
The European taste for sugar cane. Tobacco in thick. Precious leafy fronds. Amenities not found in colder climates. Are sought. . Above the steaming jungle.
Into the far reaches of. The Atlantic Empires. . The continent of brutes. Possessed a class of servants. A pattern soon modified. And enhanced by their masters.
From a deep forest beyond the Alps. Into Gaul then Italy they leave their mark. The shouting savage people have no fear of death. Hordes of warriors launched from the mysterious woods.
Attempts of intimidation. Insults digested. If killing cannot surmise. Let him be tormented. . Gods of war gaze on as he dies. Spawning flames while receiving his cries.
Subversion of the wild and. Wicked ways of the untamed. Legendary providence of breeding warriors. Chests bedecked in metals. Looted from savage lands.
Below cavernous dwellings. Rodents breed. The heirs to secrecy. And deceit. Upon their countenance dwelling. Mark of Cain. The wrath that their lineage bears.
Union of noble blood. Silent troops that charge. Forwards to die. Countless await their fate. Charge into cities of ruin and death. Sacred flesh, martyred deed.
Charging forth through endless battles, bravely ahead. Overtop of enemy lines and into the fire. Choking clouds of mustard gas, sears their eyes. We march through the endless fray, to victory or death.
Burying swords into emaciated ribs. Tired naked souls. Could no longer walk. Exotic filthy mongrel dogs. Fettered to failure. By a flawed genome. . With laziness indelible and inherent.
The cloaked loyalists launch a raid. To stem the tides of the uncontrollable plagues. The righteous and holy, detest our objectives. The guillotine's blade left them headless.
Upon these vile remains of Christ. I hold the lance that pierced the fool. His true meaning withheld in a shroud of lies. Recite nine times the antique rite.
Eternal search for pleasure. Target of the hunt is received. Contracting hallucinations. Concept of chronology is lost. . Paranoia is haunting. Sonic whispers criticize.
We are the rise in the rising sun. dance with us and have some fun. We are the rise in the rising sun. join with us for aUtopianLand. Πλανήτης Γη 2016 -.
As the iron cross melts deep. Unto the flesh of the boy. Arcane stench of burning skin. Arouses the phallic demands. . Barefoot beggar, son of Mary. Another pest nailed to the cross.