The Iron Horse (Gallows Frontier, Act II)

Lo, and behold...
The reaper doth approach.

The iron-clad stallion its pallid complexion concealed
Forward on, steel legs run
A new lord lays claim to the land.

From bastard god, to steam powered daemon
The apostles follow in the cavalcade
Reavers and raiders, hunters and harbingers
A path is struck extinction begins.

The iron-born hellion its burning eyes survey the killing fields
Permanence, and negation
The veins of the Republic expand.

The company revels in their champion
On his back, the west will be won
An inferno, fed of enslavement and starvation
There is always more coal for the flames.

Silence becomes the nations that stood in the path
The gallows engulf the settlements that follow its wrath.

The forgotten hands that struck down the ties are swallowed by the frontier
Joining the peoples, pushed deep below
The new nation will learn the fear.

Violence begets fear and tragedy
As the Iron horse sow, so shall it’s riders reap.

As iron goes
So pile the skulls
the Gallow frontier
Will never forget.