A Cemeterial Reaping (Part I & II)

Drenched in blood the horde descend from the grave
Hammers raised high a blackened curse to the holy lands
The sacrifice is of will pride and the reign of eternal might
Deceivers to the throne will die by our bloodied hands

A thunderous rage blasts the sky the spell of wrath is feared
Lightning crashes across the plains smell the burning dead
Mortals flee the blazing storms but soon they will be engulfed in flames
The mass destruction is endless all hail the warriors greed

The blades are stained in red after calving the pure flesh
The remnants of bodies remain on the wasted grounds
Scattered limbs are thrown into the bottomless pits for decay
The rest of the feeble mess shall melt and rot away

Raise, your strength above lesser gods
Destroy, weakness in our paths
In blood, we never retreat
Death, their final disease

Raise, your strength above lesser gods
Destroy, weakness in our path

Death, we shall not be defied
Enslaved, you are sentenced to die

An eternal creation
The pride never lost
A procession of death
A cemeterial reaping
We shall not be defied
Enslaved you are sentenced to die - death!