Stirred from your slumber
The filth of mankind awaits
It's stench peaks your hunger
Festering excess and greed
lust and hate, securing damnation
this human disease has spread
we have laid dormant too long
translucent wings take to flight
souless legions amassing at night
we are the knights of vengeance
we are the damned and so is man
an army of black cloaked warriors await your orders
with a roar we storm the stronghold
swords and spears find the mark
no mortal is a match for us
we shall bring hell to this earth.
our palace built of their bones
He of the forked tongue smiles
"My children, Rejoice. This world is our."
The dark general surveys what he has conquered
calls for salvation go unanswered
of promised everlasting life
so begins this millennia of punishment
with no promise of death.