moruth

You think you're a bad motherfucker because daddy pays your debts? You've never toiled a moment in your life; you never seen any pain. locked fast in you ivory tower, you see the peasants labor below. Have you no goddamn mercy? It's about fucking time someone cut you down to my level. Now that roles are reversed, can you still afford your opulent luxuries? I see you grovel in your own verbal shit; a hollow attempt to writhe your way to the top. You are devoid of power or money here. You can't buy your Freedom nor can you set the price. Now that Mr. Bigshot is down on his knees in hypocritc pleas, I

Hail to the blood that i shed on this feild of glory: the wicked lie dead at my feet. I sing of my deeds that scorch the memories of all those who beheld my indestructible wrath. i fall upon them as the Angel of Death. The last sight they shall witness will be my blade as it cleaves their skulls in twain. I sing the loudest to the War God who sends unto me a rage that cannot be controlled; the devastation to my enemy. I ride as a terror on ther battlefeild. I thank the War God for my glory.

I am the force that governs your very life; I control the breaths you take; the thoughts that course in your pathetic mind. follow my word until I need you no more and discard you into fiery oblivion that shall consume your corpse to the point where no traces of you remain. I toss the prisoners into flames where their choked screams die away as the roar of cleansing fire drowns them. I control you. I govern every action you take. I Am The Law!

When first I did enter The new land, I found The great sights to behold: I saw the waging wars of Derse and Prospit. I Achieved the Ultimate Alchemey. I cataphalogued Many Girst and I did Behold the many sprites. I saw the trolls, learned Their names, and watched As they many of them died Only to live again in the Dream bubbles. I rose through the etchladder and Broke to the God Tier. Many imps and creatures Fell before me as I Gathered their loot and Alchemized my weapons. I gazed upon Lord English And felt his wrath as my Heart filled with dread. I even saw the Exiles and Journeyed through Can-town. I heard

From skies of light fly Fast, the warrior Mistresses to the Fields of the fallen To reap the souls Of Vahalla; the lucky Dead, fortunate to Have died so beautifully In the name of truth Against all the faces Of evil on this earth. Swift on winged steeds Of pure radiating celestial Light that shatters The darkness of the Doom; the fair wardens And judgers of the Dead that have been Bitterly slain by Unhappy hands shall Know rest when They are delivered to Odin's Hall by the Flaming-rainbow-haired Seraphim. Their names Will live in glory Eternally. The call Of the Valkarye has Been sounded on the Field

Through the burning Fires of war and The caustic pains Of battle returns The proud hero. The hero of many Fights, has proven To be the indestructible Spirit that will live On in song as a Legend told to inspire The future warriors Of our sons. They Will be led under His banner of war And march to turn Back the enemy's Favor. Hope lies With this hero that Has emerged, hardened And ossified by the Bitter blade. Hold High and shout his Name; the one Who has come From the talons of Icy death, a reborn Force that many Shall praise and Many will be the Fools who try to Claim his mantle And his honor

We are the legions of The strong, united Against the charging Foes we must Overcome. We are The brothers and Sisters, brought Together by the Torrenting seas Of sorrow and here We stand as one; Our fists held high In salute. The Spirit of the people Shall never perish In neither storm Nor disaster. In this World of darkness, We find the elusive Light and bask in The fleeting joy That carries us on Through bitter wars. The Light of the Gods Will see us through. We will endure the Hurts and pains and Transcend this earth To live eternally in the Dance of the Universe. We will survive as Brothers an