Of Blood and bone we are born
Fire made flesh
By death possessed
The indomitable will to conquer
Encased in every breath
Spawned from an ancient tribal thirst
An offering of blood to the dirt
The taker of souls we shall serve
In the time between the darkness and light
We feed with feral speed
Empowered by both nightmares and dreams
Spewing forth the furious wrath of slaves and gods
Who've long since passed beyond this realm
Seeking to avert this weakened mortal transformation
Through formless reclamation
The taker of souls we shall serve
In the time between shadows and light
We feed with feral speed
Empowered by both nightmares and dreams
The terror in the eyes of the chosen prey motivates
Low hanging fruit upon which we thrive
We Imbibe this murder so relentless and pure
To extinguish the flame of such wasted lives
Without the shackles of reality to abide
Merciless, we cast the bodies to the depths
The molten mouth providing eternal rebirth
Bear witness to the demise of the human bloodline
Possessed by death
We, the servants of fire
Harvesting the weakest souls through systematic slaughter
A return to earth born entities
Neither alive nor dead
We are forever condemned