Slidhr
White Hart!
1. The Temple Armoury
"They poisened the spirit and poisened the sea
They poisened the flesh and poisened the field
But how ever cunning they tell who you are
This poison is a weapon of war"
Dust you are destined with nothing more to bleed
The spirit barren as a thousand deserts
All that has been and all that shall be
Forever tormented as a stolen offering
Rusted chains grow ever tighter
As old as stone yet vastly colder
Their is an old hunger
Theirs is a god who shall feast
Defy the spirit's gaoler
Enter the temple armoury
We hold the ancient ghosts within
Coursing with rage through boiling blood
Writhing frenzied twisted visions
Maniacal howls of the suffering
A face that burns vile and obscured
With ancient hate in poisened pyres
Ageless venom
Stoker of the flame
Defy the spirit's gaoler
Enter the temple armoury
Worlds torn asunder
Worlds unborn through a sacred fear
Lifeless heart bestowed
on a lightless ghost
misshappen soul
The blaze that may have been
is the blaze that never was
Old blades for the sword age
Old rage for the wolf age
Severed are the lines of poison
Erase the imparted fear
From the milk of the mother we taste their blood
From father's fire we heal
2. White Hart!
Come forth from the thicket
A beam of light from the messenger
White hart
White hart
Fury of the otherworld
White hart
White hart
Hand of the gods
Ghosts they do proclaim
Man shall clash in vein
Return to your realm
Vision of disease
Sealed with an arrow
Slain
Know
Speak
Truth
Beast of beyond
This world's way
What you have seen
Knows no shades
Bloodied arrow of the cursed
The seething damned summon the twilight
White hart
White hart
Fury of the otherworld
White hart
White hart
A fool's contempt
Ghosts they do proclaim
Man shall clash in vein
Return to your realm
Vision of disease
Dragged by the fallen to damnation
Endtimes arise
3. Sacred Defiance
No truth no honour
Fork tongued warriors
Your face is that of Janus
This mask that you have borne
Split by noble blades
Scarred deceiver
This mark 'til death is yours to bear
Flaunt the shame
Honour the stigma
Sacred defiance
Hallowed adversary
In a realm of lies
All paths bear the veil
Behind the armour
Hearts without valour
Their words are weakness
Their spirit cowardice
With tainted blood
They sow dead seed
Delude not
You are the enemy
Defiant spirits thrive
Stronger for the toil
Over opposed
Sacred senses
Sacred spectre
The will inviolable
Wasteland of the weary
The ages beneath our feet
Broken bones of the righteous
There is no union with emptiness
Faithlessness
4. Trench Offering
Parasite hands guide the host to doom
A trench offering to madness
Ghastly formation
An empire of ghosts remain
Fall into chaos
One with the frenzy
The spiral descends
Fire is their way
Summon the flames
In sacred dirt you suffocate
Ritual of your blood
Scum of the hierarchy
Bloodsoaked soil
Fruitful for the lords
Immolate
Fuel for the fire of lunacy
Ghastly formation
Rats feast at the foot of their table
Essence of an empire spent
The line of souls sinks endlessly
To feed ignoble laughter
5. What the Gauntlet Bestows
Beg as you may for their crumbs
Give thanks for the hour of relief
Respite from the master's whip
The shadow of the executioner
What the gauntlet bestows
What you grant to the sick
This is truly your worth
Cower lowly beneath
To wallow in the mud
As a servant of fear
Streams of age old blood
Spirits quenched in tears
Flowing from the twisted vision
Bless the heads of your infants
Cursed to a life of toil
An inherited weakness
You cannot dishonour a vow you never swore
Break the false oath
Break the chains of the captor
Will of the punisher
Black cloud looms
It's weight is destined
Collapse to rain
Witness loss
Gravity strikes
The poles of war
The role of rites
A glimpse from the eye
Cold insight
an eager grin
That which shall be seized
By a bloodied hand
Scarred by toil
A battered soul
Thieves of old
There is no mercy to show
No light to impart
Beyond iron gaze
as light's rays
To inverted worlds
Perversion held aloft
As a bloody flag
Banner of scum
A tattered emblem
Relics of conquered gods
Relics of conquered charlatans
6. The Bloodied Tongue
He who does feast on that born of blood and semen
The terror of the agony
The flame extinguished
He who does feed on what fuels this venom
To poison the spirit
Fortify the enemy
The face of a beast and the axe of a man
The self guided by the tyrant's hand
The cycle of inexorable law
The bloody mantra for the bloodied tongue
Ghosts await
The call of war
Rites of slaughter
To be reborn
He who desires the serpent's touch
To soothe the burns and elude the strike
He who does seek to deceive the lords
Must break the chains
Strive for the pure
The face of a beast and the axe of a man
The self guided by the tyrant's hand
The cycle of inexorable law
The bloody mantra for the bloodied tongue
Ghosts wander
Beasts gather
Walls crumble
Divine thunder
7. Wall of the Reptile
Rise from the deepest pit of ages
Ravenous dragon master of slaves
Skies darken as poison bleeds
From a wounded earth severed by blades
Forged in the minds of serpents
To open the chasm of psychic war
A monumental wall to block the light sacred
Rot by human hands but by human lies
Wall of the reptile
Gazing below at wilting ghosts
Eye of the beast keeper of woe
Consecrate the fearful pierced by doom
Cut from the body as rotting limb
Meet the eye of filth with pure forth
Poles clash with unyielding spirit
All shall be unknown to those bequeathed
Fuck you
This wall cannot be scaled
Lost hopeless
Hear it call to the subjects
The enchanted suffer
As the eye in the wall
Does guide it's children
Into the desert
Where the light that shines
Does not reveal
It merely burns
Reduced to ash
Are the chastised souls
Writhing fools
Once noble men
The stone of another realm
Smoke of a black flame
To forge a new blade
For the fist of a new crown
8. Hate's Noose Tightens
Held aloft bloodied grip insolent opponent
Eternal struggle is a noose
A pit of tar
Though this fight may be the end
Gleefully we dance with death
With only honour and a blinding flame
Ultimate victory sanctified adversary
Against against we must toil
Through the grinding of teeth until night becomes day
And the song of the bird is our only sign
That the festering rage must consume our lives
The coals of hatred that drive fists through walls
Burning anger granting impossible strength
Sever the rope when hate's noose tightens
Between joy and misery
The line of life and death
The great balance
Torture that animates
For what use is fodder
That has in their eyes turned?
The sickness that follows the feast equals the hunger
Famine and plague
Who is truly the conquered?
The golden blade
May dine from empty plates
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