Winter Bane

Cleanse steel in carnage, unleash chthonic darkness

Scud stochastic vortex, blitz the vicious bastards

Sheath blades in carcass, and disembowel tangled skein

Upon ripe flesh we harvest, human grain, mortal pain

Reaper rides

Genocides, arc of scythes

Combat casts the warrior, warfare marks the age

Stone to bronze to iron, steel is our rage

Blood soaked grimoires spell, Hell a million ways

Vellum spills the venom, a poison chalice sprays

Gods of War

Extort the hordes as battle roars

Dragon dives

Belching hives of serpent flies

Scribes skewer history

Truth dies in the telling

Scribes skewer history

Truth dies in the yelling of lies

Afford us our sins, bloodlust our wings

In death's domain of Winterbane

Death wept that grim day, gutting ghosts from viscera

Flaying soul from the clay, cleaving mind from terror

Reapers rode roughshod, 'cross the skull-crushing plain

Legions mass the grave, where the spirits shriek insane

Fire drakes dive

Burn ranks alive, dead worlds collide

Ravens glide

Swoop and pluck the Hero's eyes

Scars carve the memory

Truth lies in the cutting

Scars carve the memory

Truth lies in the culling of lies

Seraphim soar above the ichor

The sea of slain at Winterbane

Wilderness will not claim the beast

Nor civilized state deny its feast

Not gibberish of madman, hysteric chant of priest

Nor lovers' brutal sighs lend the savage peace

A demon raised in flames must stride

Stricken trails in stark divide

The frozen waste of Winterbane

To face the monster still inside

Deep within its burning eyes

A killer stirs and starts to rise

Reavers ride the ice-crest tides

Thunderous hooves churn the skies