Conqueror Throned

Dawn of Azazel

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    Raise the standard of bloodshed
    Ascend the throne in war,
    Cast out infidels as victor
    Thresh the wheat from straw
    Exterminate their meekness
    Put weakness to the sword
    Purify them in the flames
    Of one hundred years of war
    I am uniting force
    I am elitist spawn,
    Of the never-ending holy war
    To which all great men are sworn
    The few who shall rend the earth as lightning
    And eclipse the heavens in our might
    Grasp firm diadems,
    By Totalitarian right

    Wield the blood stained sword of vengeance,
    Drench opposition in bloodshed
    Their broken bodies shall form the path,
    On which we conqueror on ahead
    Crush the underman
    Utterly consume him with hate
    Main, Burn, Rend, Kill,
    Slay, impale, Decimate
    For when the world
    Is again forged of brute force
    There shall be no pity
    There shall be no remorse

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    I am the victor,
    The conquering one
    I am the redeemer
    The lightning and the sun
    The one man to reign,
    Of iron fist and will
    The will to engender
    The implements of our survival
    The amoral urge,
    And barbaric call,
    The iconoclastic spirit,
    The almighty master of all,
    The thunder of redemption,
    The Lion in the path,
    The flames of Armageddon,
    And the conquerors lance

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    Composition: Rigel Walshe

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