Bring me His Head

I find myself submerged into the suffocating miasma of tortured souls calling out to me
Now left to my own devices
I lie on my knees to endure the rotting flesh of thousands looking back, grazing at my feet
Their frozen faces billowing the stench of festering husks
Glancing back to me through hollow eyes only to
Divulge into my storm of sin
Witness them
Their confinement to such horrid beauty
Emanating sweet sorrow before submitting into cinder
My heart of lycanthropic rage dilutes all sense of morality
Mothers may you succumb to the agony
of besieged bastards shuddering towards an open grave

Bombastic shells of rusted mortar rains from the clouds
in its final trawl
Blind perceptions of reliving ancient honor as each body falls
To fight for country and crown
Gluttonous rats traversing amongst the thick haze of fresh ember
What a sight your prophet will never remember

A thunderous applause of cannon fire emanates to the kingdom of heaven
For I lust at the sight of angels quivering to the sky
Forgotten beings dragged through scum and shit
One last stand and that will be the end of it

Crushed skulls and butchered beasts of man decorate Carpathia
My era shall bestow the Earth with legend
Awakened to the scent of new age blood rusted frozen on the Devil's crown
Angels of fire shall not hesitate to drag us down