Obsidian Throne

Pain a flash of light a glimmer of steel
The crimson viscious starts to flow
Releasing my victims from life
Echoes of a thousand cries
Carried on the winds of time
And then there's war

Hammering down my crippling blow forever more
Passing my judgement; no mercy is shown
Sitting on the throne of crippled madness
Deaf to all the cries of pity and sadness
No, not immortal I am flesh and bone
Silently perched on my obsidian throne!

I stand the test of time
I claim this throne of mine
I am salvation, creation
Liberation of the bleeding kind

I can feel it in the air a black convulsion of despair
The memory unprepared all cower beneath my cold hard stare
I carry on the ancient line and champion the test of time
Carry on black heart of mine
And never shall they stand against me

Mother of ravens, father of lies
Brother of hatred, weeping blood from the crimson skies
Sister of mercy, daughter of death
Son of the serpents, venomous 'til my last breath

Gather one last time, my congregation
Suffer the devine black fascination
Conquer and proclaim ancestral nation
Wicked and profane this population
Marching one last time to claim
My kingdom on this black unholy land