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letra de spires of secartha - high command

“as the day fades into the darkness, beneath the incandescent hanging moons. we will march within the glory of a blood-stained fog. for three winters, i have drifted beyond the frozen starlight of a thousand worlds, amassing my nefarious servants of slaughter. at last, this realm will succumb to my celestial violence. we must storm their castles and dethrone secartha – leaving nothing but dismembered bodies upon he war haze of smoldering rubble. in triumph we will banish thе usurpers. all who are spared will soon follow thе lunar dawn.”

snow begins to fall as the sky fades into midnight
scanning the horizon under the full hanging moons

marching on, footsteps of intruding k!llers
sound the call, they approach ten thousand strong

their torchlights growing closer. in unison they chant
echoing across the bailey, screams of encroaching death
the spires of secartha, will not fall to you
the spires of secartha, will stand long after you rot

as they stop at the trench before us, kneeling beneath their shields, a warlord now ascends and levitates

“time to die. you will crumble beneath my wrath. forged to k!ll. your realm now belongs to me.”

shooting a beam of fire, from his palms a violent spell
his army now charging at us, maniacal brutes of h-ll

the spires of secartha, will not fall to you
the spires of secartha, will stand long after you rot

our arrows raining down, a violent storm of pain
the siege of our castle

tytericon now revealed…

“you fool, i will not die. i have returned to destroy you all. invocating my raging force, i burn a hole in your feeble stronghold.”

we fight them off the walls, a full scale attack
lacerating all who step to me

outnumbered, we’re pushed back to the inner wall
the flank towers, set ablaze by cosmic bloodshed
unseen chaos, howling winds of raging battle
obscene violence, lifeless bodies stacked in the chapel

the sky erupts, descending on a bolt of lightning
the siren, inflicting pain of chilling vengeance

the spires of secartha, will not fall to you
the spires of secartha, will stand long after you rot

(as the night fades to dawn, among the smoldering rubble. his pwoers now disabled. the fate of secartha lies within dikeptor’s hands.)

“at last! a fair duel! your soul now will be mine! your dreams will burn with the fires of h-ll! fall to me! you are nothing behind your mask!”

omniscient flail swinging int eh sun, hamming your skull to purgatory. his body turned to ash, enshrined in everlasting torment

“let the bells toll in victory”

- high command

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