Pulse Over Throne

The old familiar steam starts creeping out

Fire baking my veins

Tonight, on hell we dine

Reaching out, our cloud of oblivion

The omen showing its face

Tonight, we dine

If you see the war and your blood ignites

When the moon is high, on hell we dine

We kill to live, live to feed

Starving the beast made a monster of me

If you see the war and your blood ignites

When the moon is high, on hell we dine

We kill to live, live to feed

Blood-starved beasts, the monsters are we

Men evolve to god's in their fury charge

Shifting shape into flame

Tonight, on hell we dine

Glory spren ascends from their printed sand

A blinding wake to the end

Tonight, we dine

If this world is for man then I am a beast

I do not fit in

I'll embrace my claws and devour the land

We serve not some distant kingdom

We defend not brick nor stone

We are the countless keeps, our blood is the mortar

Our king is one of pulse over throne

We are the moving wall, the armored march

The archers, the medics, the fire-born resistance

Immortal, we'll take them one on one-thousand

And we'll sing

If this world is for man, then I am a beast

I do not fit in

I'll embrace my claws and devour the land

If you see the war and your blood ignites

When the moon is high, on hell we dine

We kill to live, live to feed

Blood-starved beasts, the monsters are we