April 28, 2007

War Banners of the Finest Heathen Flesh

Carrion carried on black laquered wagons.
Return to your villages as blood-soaked heroes.
Untie the heathens when they've stopped breathing.
Sell their rotten teeth for goat meat in the market.
Ants eat corpse skin until they all look like brothers.
Dungeon rats gnaw on the ankles of the sleepless.
Eternal life is worth your ugly death, soldier.

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