Taker of heads - Waylander

As I cut you down and claim

Your empty Vessel as my prize

In ignorance, the question

Are my actions just or wise?

Propaganda, force — fed

Feel the need to feed the greed

Parasites upon our Planet

Frenzied as they feed

Black hearts, sickening smile, stylised

Gods, utterly vile

Shadow seekers, lords of deceit

Currency their arsenal

Wolves dressed as sheep

Spinning poisoned webs, alluring false comfort

(The) people blinded by the facts they cannot see

Ignorance, no longer, stays the execution

Before I take your head, you will kneel to me

Takers of heads, decapitating sneer

Takers of heads, emanating total fear

Takers of heads, conquering the soul

Takers of heads, insatiable desire

Your head, my trophy

Hanging high above my door

Skulls of enemy fallen

Strewn across the floor

Ever ready, ever willing

To heed the material call

March to the contest willing

Another dance of death

Ghastly ghoulish visions

A sea of severed heads

Bright blood dripping darkly

Pooled upon the crimson sod