Misery Hymn - The Red Shore

As we fall we truly arise

They will fail to purify their praiseworthy land

Underneath a heretical sky

Our torn wings will cry revenge

Out of the darkness

The inception

Our darkest hour

Is now behind us

Blood shall rain upon their empire

It won’t stop until the glory is ours

For we have already fallen

There is nothing to lose

And as sure as the sun will set

Their reign will meet its end

So awaken my banished brethren

It is time to reclaim what they have taken

We will not go quiet

We will not play dead

Broken wings with the anatomy of deception

We will rise from chaos to elude this damnation

Hail horror, Hail internal world

Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven