Our axes grind deep into theFlesh of the holy lambsOur swords are wet with bloodThat drips from the savedOur acts bespeak a profound lackOf benevolence that guides ourEvery soul and channels our beingIgnoring laws that bind the mortalsFrom our conceptIn cosmic time the dramaOf our lives are playedFeel the burning breath of centuriesAs it harkensAnthems of war and breedOur lives are lived in a an eternityAnd the very gods feel our wrathLife melts away eyes fixated on our preyLambs ripped and gnashed by jaws of terror"Five thousand shall die for one of ours"When the age has passedAnd the era's creedWill no longer men exaltHeroic deedsThe earth is bare and death is freedBenevolent in our wakeLife melts away eyes fixated on our preyLambs ripped and gnashed by jaws of terror"Five thousand shall die for one of ours"