Disciples of War - My Own Grave

From the crest of ghastly sight, the monstrosity of war

With ageless eyes I see the past

Where crimson streams of blood have flown

Over corpses past and flags of old the sun shall rise

Oblivious to laws of man to bathe the dead with blinding light

The shun shall rise

The first will rise

The chosen first in linefor ritual sacrifice

For rebirth as cenotaph they all must die

Cycle ancient as time

Bloodbath, purge and rectify

Disciples of war to sacrifice

Let the words of vegetius echo evermore

A message buried in our blood

To the few who crave for peace

Prepare for war

The horizon fades to black

Cytotoxics fill the air

Hounds of terror breathing panic as the blitz exterminates

Let the victors rise and fall for whatever god may come

The puppeteer will never be the first to succumb

Grinded into sludge

The chosen first in linefor ritual sacrifice

For rebirth as cenotaph they all must die

Cycle ancient as time

Bloodbath, purge and rectify

Disciples of war to sacrifice