Warhammer

Under The Wings Of The Cross

Warhammer


A descent into the darkest realm of time 
When cruelty was an abstract form of ugliness 
Accusations of sacrilege, the terror was real 
What fell over the land was hatred forced with steel 

The servants of power unleashed tyranny 
No one to escape from the shield of hypocrisy 
For decades the poor have been the defenseless 
Slaughter and mayhem under the wings of the cross 

Extremity in ways too savage to realize 
In rotten dungeons the screams seemed to vanish 
Perversion, monstrosity, undeserved suffering 
Horrible ways to "discover" all heretic sinners 

When twisted minds fulfill the spiral prophecy 
To work hand in hand with death is efficiency 
No pity for any form of supplication 
Just continuing acts of bestial eliminations