Triumphs of a Dying Breed

Upon the thrones of vile wretchedness;
The wicked kings of deceit reign supreme;
Crowns adorned with so many gems of greed;
And peasants burdened with the bitter toils of dire need.

The innocent hang their heads and;
Join to sing the hymn of mourning;
Shackled to ravenous silences and chained;
To fears of all that is still yet to come.

Kingdoms collide in blood-soaked revelries;
On march the dogs of war, holding hell's banner high;
Such a simple objective: to annihilate and destroy;
Archaic battles serving as the precise solution.
To preserve such ancient ideals;
A lifeless eternity will thus be conceived;
Such a precious price will bring the imminent end;
For all who dwell beneath these scarlet skies.
With no hope to rise against these atrocities;
All must now face peril and extinction;
The midnight hour shall arrive yet again;
On the eve of our existence's end.
But hope returns anew for on rides the spirit;
Of pure ambition, the avatar of virtue;
Cloaked in disgust of this bleak realm;
And clad in abhorrence of all you stand for.
The flags stand tall for all who stand in opposition;
To our great deceiver's manifest of lies.
May this burnt patch;
Of crimson earth;
Tell the tale of;
All that will transpire.
Demolishing; Devastation;
Desecrating; Extermination;
Reclaiming all; That was once ours.
And so befell at the first widening of the dawn;
As the sun was climbing the vanquished night sky;
We now desperately await; Your empire's dusk;
To assault and massacre the very;
Embodiment of our grief.
I beseech you to lend your ear;
To all our proclamations;
We will return this curse;
Upon your head tenfold.
May our truths smite your domain to a pile;
Of ash and cinder, vengeance at last;
For your era is dying fast.
Long promise and short anguish is the road;
That leads to the sure triumph of your throne;
And with these words we have planted;
The fields of war with your forsaken evils all dead.