Three Bastards

Beneath the hallowed golden halls, wails of death hum from the walls
The floorboards echo with the stains of rape
And weeping infant's calls
Shadows of the ancient doctrines grip the Kingdom by the thighs
A penitentiary of royal penetration, fetal enslavement
Prepubescent prisoners held inside
The ways of The Galèriarch endure.

Though centuries passed, generations expired
The ways of Galèriarch endure.

Hollow dwellings now frame the citadel
Littered with carcasses and festering rot
Withered remnants of a long-ruined realm
The hopeless souls of a forgotten god.

Forced to feast on the fat of the damned
Shamefully savouring the shafts of their siblings
Defiled peasants, matured and psychotic
Sadistic and necrotic, gaped and sadomasochistic.

From the depths crawled The First
Scavenger of battlefields, seeking jewel-covered carnality
Leader of Grief, hungry for divinity through meat and eating royalty, he was The Second
The Last, emerging from the void, unearthed unholy wisdom through systematic sodomy
Three Bastards united only by their cruelty, malice and absolute revulsion of all life.

The Royal Sanctum, their underlying desire
A mere echo of a thought as they engulf the world in fire.

Ere the solemn shadows close
The Warlords gather to pledge their oath
Ere the well-known landscapes fade
The call to battle shall be obeyed.

Slithering, slurping fucks eager for a taste
Blood and spit drip down from their face
As they draw their gaze to the cunts they've slain
Cloaked in the innocent, the Warlords bathe
Doused in viremia, deviant disciples fist-deep in the harlot-horde
Municipal bastards, medieval masturbators
Seduced by the scripture of God.

Shadows of the ancient doctrines grip the Kingdom by the thighs
A penitentiary of royal penetration, fetal enslavement
Prepubescent prisoners held inside
The ways of The Galèriarch endure
From the degraded and hopeless creatures of the plague arose three cannibalistic Warlords
They will lay the Kingdom to unholy ruin.