Incendiary Prayer
Olkoth
For the lord who knows all that is
Has promised the crown of an Emperor
Giving power to the false
Who pray spinelessly to God as their greed becomes our overlord
Weary of valor and devoid of light
Pious convictions become a spiritual blight
They built their temples on the backs of slaves
Absolved of all error and sin
Well are we placed here in this field of arms
Blood red the steel of durandal shall flow
Beset upon by the hand of God
A kingdom purged of filth and infidels
May the prophet guide our blades
As the violence of his faith makes the land into an earthly hell
Weary of valor and devoid of light
Pious convictions infect with spiritual blight
They built their temples on the backs of slaves
Absolved of all error and sin
Well are we placed here in this field of arms
Blood red the steel of durandal shall flow
Thousands of years plagued by religious disease
By their own faith our race will crumble and fall to it’s knees
Infidel souls, captured and thrown to the fire
They fuel the beast of war
To manifest it’s hateful gods desires
Why are we ever born, for the day of ruin dawns
Now we have lost our peerage and our lords
An inquisition comes with all it’s force
Now we hear the shrilling horns
Fierce is the battle and wondrous grim