Grim Steeds -

As our time passed in endless oblivion,

We took heed of the call

In a soul eating timeless communion

That came after our fall.

Time and space bent around as our prison,

A hall, made of shadows and grief.

Now a crack formed inside of this shell

We at last may be pardoned and freed.

Our swords strike tonight

The black hand of vengeance is thine sacred right

Heavens above and Hell down below,

Beware as we mount, the grim steeds of war.

We held on to a memory’s fragment,

To remind of our past.

When we held an eternity’s promise

But each day was our last.

We had might we had conquered the knowledge

Of gods and of people alike

But we burnt our own wings in the process

Like moths that were drawn to the light.

We endured our creator’s betrayal

We remained proud and tall.

Never gave in to light or to darkness

To control our own call.

Time is here place is now to arise,

From this grave that they made us call home

As we rip through this womb made of torment

We vow: All creation is foe.