Under Scythian Command

Rusty sword brings a certain death
A fatal seed on the summit of my lost breath
I dread to see - it's summoned to me
For us the shortest straw!
Now!

Fever and Plague on the circle of their death
Fever and Plague in the wells of death
Fever and Plague and the symbols of death

And a waning Moon rests on their soul locked by a demon - tight
A battle song - better hold on tight
Galloping fast - vindictive souls

Absolved of carnage under their mother's sight

Blessed be their magic soul and their magic sight
And Metis' song is nothing to me
I want the throne and no gods over me!
And now!

Fever and blades in the circle of their death
Screams from my just sword are soaring
Justice of fear this is almost as a Curse!

Take a mother's son - summon the Moon

Words sung - in the dark
Commanding death!

Their souls in a circle of death
And no one sees that there's not enough breath of life
With their toy swords coming to me
Another failed assault

The just sword summoned to me
Another scene of blood - with lust I rub it on me
The shoal and the Seven doth fall
And they shall die!