Thine King Weeps For Mercy

We raise our swords
And drive them through our enemy
They are moving too fast
For all of us to see
Nothing can save you now
Not even power from the gods

I burn your world
Your flesh crackles and pops
From solid
To liquid
You're a being with no shape

We must consume
The kings divine essence
The Gods will weep as we
Take the heavens

I will strike down my foes
Leaving only bones
You're a being with no shape
I will slice through their throats
Desecrate thine thrown
Dying alone

We raise our swords and drive them
Through our enemy
They are moving to fast for all of us to see
Nothing can save you now
Not even power from the Gods

Feed on
Anything that has a soul
And they're bodies will be mauled in half
More than one ripe body
Will be blessed before this vile feast
Move from this place
Kill you for eternity
Your flesh will pay
I turn you into a memory