My fury incensed by the pusillanimous assassins
And so I climbed the ladder to my attic
This the place where long ago, I laid my trappings to rest
Why I speculate did I never burn them
In the gloom of that filtered light
I find my pitted and dusty trunk,
It holds the sinister secrets of that time
The secrets of once a young death giving life
I quiver as I remember the battle of old
The reek, the scream, the tang, the feel of their life force
As we closed their chapter, once again cascades across my mind
Those the forces of the Lucifer, the anti Christ who we cut down
On the great arena of the land that god made in anger
My comrades of old appear and as one
discharge the trunks of our veiled youth
leash on the now corroded blood blemished armour
chafe the ochre into our hides
Make our transition into the beast we once were
We have drawn our line in the earth
No more shall we defend as they cross
No more watch as they burn our love
We now pick up our rapiers
Re strap our pride and shields
It is time, it has come, and there is nothing left to lose
We once warriors, now warriors ready
With the stench of our deathly intention
We cross the line into their wretchedness
This time there shall be no one spared
It is good the river beds run desiccated
We shall fill them with putridity of their spineless blood
No longer are we believers of rainbows.
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