The Song of the Undone Wrong
As we sojourn this dying place The bastards of a dying race We spit in the Devil's lying face His bloodsoaked hands Black heart's disgrace My brothers strong It won't take long to drum our song that undoes all wrong Sinners doubt Mothers cry while losers pout and Soldiers die Lovers dance Sailors sing Swords of warriors gives death its sting The demons hate will demonstrate the useless folly of useless bullies A sickened mind struck at the kind but keep in mind such is returned in kind The Devil's grin he thinks he'll win Blinded by sin He'll break again and when he does a sword will fall unto his throat the final call A feckless fool A reckless tool shattered and splattered blood in a pool Stoking the flames in his choking of dreams His crushing of hopes tightens the ropes that circle the necks of demonic pricks and suffocate throats of these worthless black goats His mouth stoked the fires that burn broken liars His hate filled the mires His f...