Reforging the Crowns

The sons of the harbinger gods Bred to know, not revere, nor submit Through the dust they will shine with a sparkle of light To rip the leash of flesh Deceits of the worms of denial They shall clean, no remorse to the end All the traces of this venomous, degenerate sin To lead the newborn king Forward I can see the red flag Bathed in warm blood of defeat I shall mold all the crowns Into a scepter of ungodly delight Dominus daemonius Duce nos ultra nos To the word of Akatosh To the peak of absolute Dominus daemonius Duce nos ultra nos Breathe the sun of Tiferet Hear the sounds of Anahata Feel the winds as they eat at your flesh To perceive what is real, what is fear Through the blades you shall pass and devour your heart To free the chained god Your throne shall be tainted with rust This new creed will bereave the last sin To the ultimate mean of reversing the cross To lead the newborn king Forward I can see the red flag Bathed in warm blood of defeat I shall mold all the crowns Into a scepter of ungodly delight Dominus daemonius Duce nos ultra nos To the word of Akatosh To the peak of absolute Dominus daemonius Duce nos ultra nos Breathe the sun of Tiferet Hear the sounds of Anahata