Death Plow

Comes screeching the wyvern
Forges an army of dread from it's flame
Stretched 'cross the horizon
Last stand in the valley of hate
Thunder cracks throgh the heavens
Angels bleed in the wake of the slaughter
Death plow churning, sowing this dispare
You'll reap the horror consumed in apathy

Herds, herds of Satan's totality
Burn the essence of war
Herds' herds of Satan's totality
Ride the eye of the storm
Crimson river
On marches the soulless
Rank by rank, the scourge of the deep
Sets loose with a carnal infliction
Hell's sword through the vein of the weak
Each wave of attack more relentless
Seven seals of St. John the Divine
Death plow churning, sowing this dispare
You'll reap the horror consumed in apathy
Herds, herds of Satan's totality
Burn the essence of war
Herds' herds of Satan's totality
Ride the eye of the storm
Crimson river
Peel the flesh from their lives
The tendon, the muscle, congeal
Absence of light leaves the day
For darkness to do as it will
Grave like, the extent of the madness
Of ash, shall the tribes be reborn
Throwdown or fucking bite your own bullet
To ash, shall we all be returned
Comes screeching the wyvern