Cast in pieces of liquid Wrath the oblivion, the warning of a serenade So deranged, the decay of my wounds scars of a lost reflective shadow Once in fury, forever in grief Once in sorrow, funeral is embraced But how to overcomen the pure idea of being trapped, Conqueror... As i reflect about the crushed age of memories gone as i recall the cathartic frontier once my Soul pa**ed... Vociferations and imprecations, the discouraged cry for my departed rendering, Warlord...
The reaction was futile, the Commanders and Scathers gathered for the privilege of Revenge. (To k**) some very feeble forms of pathetic rage They perished in Agony and Ecstasy For their ultimate Punishment, our Punishment to their Misery WE judge those who once perverted the core Perdition and no forgivness, final destiny and fate A farewell to the Temple that Ruled the Empire Commanding in Pain, I Have Returned...