The Bringer of War - The Gates of Slumber

A rage forged in wrathful fires

Flame plagued skies: funeral pyres

The heavy hand to silence liars

The wolf is off the chain

Suffer no guilt no crippling fears

Their blood will wash the pain of years

Still the voices one does hear

Deep inside the brain

On vultures wings now ride

Deaths black doves stalk the sky

On the wind the carrion cry

Fly forever;

never to die

Magic are the beams they ride

Through the eons death on high

Lost souls ere beg, why

Doomed forever they cannot die

Let slip the dogs of war

Boundless hunger they cannot ignore

Jaws flecked with gore

Wrack your very core

Hunger evermore

Fear the bringer of war