Aphornon
Assyrian War Cry
Proverbial cruelties raise your obsidian chalices to min eyes Ashure commands war to scourge terror into our enemies. Death Before surrender our fate this day is known To become the kings in despotic Rule. Come Rise in eternal intervals of torture and death Terror breeds extending into the butchered's eyes. Rage towards the mountians through the valleys soaked in blood Zargon shall lead our chariots beyond the guilded shrine of Marduk Conquier before death wading through the oceans of blood Feeding the desert sand with sin and abominations Mighty are we across the desert sands of time Calling fourth Azriel to guide our iron blades Victory granted by the Gods of War Our cities wrapped in flesh Our children fed with blood Embracing our enemy with bitter damnation holding their flesh in our hands Empire gates glorified by the rotting souls of the army's dead!!!
From Letras Mania