The Inexorable

Awaken into sin The gods of old would consume with the fires of the south and the winds of the north Shake your fist and stare onward None will cultivate that which is Show me doom and greet death with malice End has no meaning, deathless is my way G

Chaos infinite- majesty of execration Squatting proud upon the throne of abomination Death profane burns bright- supreme Consuming foetid flesh of the nazarene Rites of scourge- immolated flesh Imbibe the sorrow storm of impiety A serpent entwined in

Fierce- steel eyed devils For whom the sun never sets Proud-Iron youth Of the noble cultures of the past Striding- like greyhounds keen Where glory beckons Tough as burnished leather And hard as Krupp's steel The standard raised we wait Our comfort-