Ibex Eye - Anciients

Here I stand, high above

All this death, as it waits

Spiral crown, made of bone

Blackened blood, horns of agony

Staring down at their wastelands

Primal brain so pure of heart

Bleeding wretched blood

Skulls trampled from above

Make my way, down paths of

Sacred song, my soul is strong

I erase the path I take

Hating man horns over

Hands sinister and cold

Are all he’s ever known

Bleeding wretched blood

Skulls trampled from above

None shall defy me

All shall fear my ibex eye

Storm comes in disguise

Flames in my eyes

Sacred triumph of death

I will take their last breath

Sacred ways, triumph of death

They will take one last breath

Ancient ways, bringer of death

I will take their last breath

My call is my sword

I will be heard

Sacred ways, triumph of death

They will take one last breath

My call is my sword

I will be heard

Ancient ways, bringer of death

I will take their last breath