The Tyrant from Lepers by Old Iron King

The echoes
Of pain and agony
Through the halls
Of his sovereignty
Morbid Tales
The Emperor’s Returned
To trample our will
To see our bodies burned

We are but mortal men
Constructs of flesh and bone
Through blood-drenched deeds of war
Sculpting the Tyrant’s Throne
To remain in his grace
We do what must be done
Our souls strangled with sin
Sculpting the Tyrant’s Throne

The hallowed
Ground of the blessed dead
Defiled by
Our Lord of Holy dread
This divine right
To which he tightly grips
It must be wrested
If the scales are to tip

Obey the Tyranny
Worship the Heresy
All Hail Hypocrisy
Long Live Supremacy

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