Beasts of Antiquity Lyrics

Blessed be the victor, the true to the self, the dutiful hand
Brandished vexilla - signifers of Rome - amplify voices commanding the organized,. Enslaved in power and shielded by right pila of the forceful redistribute opposition, deluging wounds overwhelm the ground.

At war again with the worthless of heart. Side-ridden thorns are plucked and moved aside. Signs of surrender in the eyes of the lion, advances begin in midst of kneeling earth.

Formulations of the conquering mind directing executions in perfection. The blighted disband when aquilifers approach the satiable brave, libidinous with death.

HAIL! The golden eagle!
HAIL! The Imperial will!
HAIL! The destiny spear!
HAIL! The Beasts of Antiquity!

Massacred fragments litter the field, stoic faces salute their command and witness absolution of land... when those bodies finally melt.

Linear victories following war chariots, paving golden roads for the proper common wealth. Maps are stained with wine as glasses tumble in firelight. Adjoining shadows wrestle walls, the beaten are raped of their souls. Away with these ravages whom progress refrained.

"In the name of the conqueror we separate your flesh! Kneel to our mounted steeds so tall in the sun's white aura, red cloak swollen with the western wind."

Bodies hang in the morning hour in shadow of the Colosseum. Plebeians mock the worthy captive, spitting curses upon their dirty skin. The will of the unwashed driven from new boarders drawn dignifying crops with accurate growth.

Bloodlines written in petulant sand, offering scent of bodily harm. Pits are opened for the dead. The refuse is dumped in heaps.