Remains of the Defeated

Shadows of vultures drawing near

To feast upon the dead

Ripping flesh from splintered limbs

Eyes from severed heads

Through broken blades and broken bones

Destroy our way to glory

Breaking those that oppose the witch

Send them to their graves

Leaving none alive

In torment all must die

The weak plead for their lives

Revel in death and demise

Shadows of vultures drawing near

To feast upon the dead

Ripping flesh from splintered limbs

Eyes from severed heads

Leaving but rotten remains of the defeated

But rotten remains of the defeated