Time To Strike

I have this question for all of you

Will you smash through the shackles, our moment of truth?

Well I think it's now, now or never

To use the past, to forge ahead in the future

A new city shall be born

The merchants of vengeance have called

Dormant we are no more

Blood pools filled with emotions of those

Who suffer from their ignorant bliss

(Here I stand draped in black)

They may paint an enemy so barbaric

But no ground shall be lost

They may clench their fists

But expect no prisoners here

There are scores to be settled

Settled once and for all

An infinity of rage will invade their battered souls

Condemned and subjected

To our inquisition

We shall revel in the spoils of our conquest

The clan of the horned divine