Accursed Dawn

Triumphs of a Dying Breed

Accursed Dawn


Upon the thrones of vile wretchedness; 
The wicked kings of deceit reign supreme; 
Crowns adorned with so many gems of greed; 
And peasants burdened with the bitter toils of dire need. 

The innocent hang their heads and; 
Join to sing the hymn of mourning; 
Shackled to ravenous silences and chained; 
To fears of all that is still yet to come.

Kingdoms collide in blood-soaked revelries; 
On march the dogs of war, holding hell's banner high; 
Such a simple objective: to annihilate and destroy;
Archaic battles serving as the precise solution. 
To preserve such ancient ideals; 
A lifeless eternity will thus be conceived; 
Such a precious price will bring the imminent end; 
For all who dwell beneath these scarlet skies. 
With no hope to rise against these atrocities; 
All must now face peril and extinction; 
The midnight hour shall arrive yet again;
On the eve of our existence's end.
But hope returns anew for on rides the spirit; 
Of pure ambition, the avatar of virtue; 
Cloaked in disgust of this bleak realm; 
And clad in abhorrence of all you stand for. 
The flags stand tall for all who stand in opposition; 
To our great deceiver's manifest of lies. 
May this burnt patch; 
Of crimson earth; 
Tell the tale of; 
All that will transpire. 
Demolishing; Devastation;
Desecrating; Extermination; 
Reclaiming all; That was once ours.
And so befell at the first widening of the dawn; 
As the sun was climbing the vanquished night sky; 
We now desperately await; Your empire's dusk; 
To assault and massacre the very;
Embodiment of our grief. 
I beseech you to lend your ear; 
To all our proclamations; 
We will return this curse;
Upon your head tenfold. 
May our truths smite your domain to a pile;
Of ash and cinder, vengeance at last;
For your era is dying fast. 
Long promise and short anguish is the road;
That leads to the sure triumph of your throne;
And with these words we have planted; 
The fields of war with your forsaken evils all dead.