Brethren Of The Oakthorn Vale

A new age begins with the lust of man Like our fathers before us Blood shall spill upon my blade Bronze swords glistening We come in droves The lands we seek to rule In the name of thy lord Burnt bodies, a ritual to appease the gods Set forth this path We ride by dawn, shields raised high storming the gates I embrace the stench of death Venomous screams pierce the shadows A new age begins with the lust of man Like our fathers before us Blood shall spill upon my blade Empires fall giving way to our infernal slaughter Laid to waste this desolate land Once immortal now crumbles Chaos abound my hunger for violence Empyrean of bloodshed we wonder the halls Feasting upon our triumphant carnage