Immortality Made Flesh

Born into chains ever cursing our birth So hearken my friends, we must vanquish our plight By numbers by force we lift the curse From the slavery we shall arise in might Raise your swords up high my friends! Raise your swords up high! Behold! Their immortal kings, our foes Fallen! Writhing in their death-throes Alas! They lie obliterated into nothingness Grim death! Is dealt, Immortality made flesh Ruling with fear and with false renown Boasting sovereignty, protecting so-called rights divine By heritage you gained your crown But blood will be the price of mine Take your plots to hell with you! Take your plots to hell! Alas! Thou immortal king, my foe Fallen! Writhing in thy death-throes Thy convulsing face by my flail, I thresh Grim death I deal, immortality made flesh Commanding your slaves to conquer the lands Whilst sitting on satin and guzzling fine wine True valor I gained not from lofty divans But from the abyss to the throne I have climbed Raise your swords up high my friends! Raise your swords up high! Behold! Their immortal kings, our foes Fallen! Writhing in their death-throes Alas! They lie obliterated into nothingness Grim death! Is dealt, Immortality made flesh