Sanguinary — Be'lakor

The purile form the weakened mind The pools that linger in our wake Compelled to act, yet not to think These are the lambs that will surely fall

Borne out of fire, a new regime A beacon for the ancient gods Their empire crumbled into ash Let ignorance reign no more

Unto the glory of the stars We hail the night sky Gathered beneath We seal the pact and bring its chaos

The nothing within Breeds darkness without Consorting with hatred The furious winds of belial's bond From which there is no escape

The atrophy of mankind Degenerated into drones chasing illusions of any worth To worship shadows is to live for naught

To belial the pariahs turn To the fiends of darkness' throne A covenant born out of the grave Our blood shall wash away their kind

And now you see this life before thee Is but a detour to illusion The love they preach is but a weakness To sate the mind-fields which they sow

As they scream into eternity The blades of wisdom carve their flesh A fate procured through idle minds

And now you see this life Before thee Is but a detour into illusion The love that theyr preach is but a weakness To sate the mind-fields which they sow

As they scream into eternity The blades of wisdom carve their flesh A fate procured through idle minds And nothing will remember them