Throne of Chariots Lyrics

The unfettered empire rears on its hind the carving blades of impeccable force flash into the eyes of the scavengers, the clarion scourge is disposed to belligerence.

Housed by the greatest technology marking the backs of our champion rule - weapons of art for the beauty of war, uniformed Olympian force - these systematic forms are unstoppable when compared to hoodlum brigades.

Summoned from orderly streets, the arrogant step in synchronicity to destroy the unruly ones. Magniloquent flames burning within. Sword and shield are as mirrors reflecting the faces of the hungry and diseased. Armored with power from gods, the privileged will kill to maintain. Foul colored sweat perspires miasmal, the derelict faces hide behind anger.

"Impoverished fools befoul the name of progress through your laziness. This shall be your last of life's embrace, torn from your dignity and your flesh to our crops!"

Intoxicating banter. A provocative god that confiscates fear from life and death. Rushing adrenaline discourages hunger and thickens the brows of bolstering souls.

"We toil amidst the infertile plains while the fat and sleek drink milk and honey. Blessed are these ripened swine..."

Slaughtered by Men of the Minervan owl. Lashing pain of swords is succeeded by the fall of pride. Married to ill fortune, the cattle is put to rest.