Twins

de Imperial Triumphant

Pray - the gods cannot hear you!
They pity you not - so frayed and weak
My fleshbiter sings
Through the hearts of these
Worthless sheep, who blindly bow
Before a jew or golden cow
The convent cunts quiver from
Our skaldic nocturne

Hail the ancients!
Northern pantheon
A suit of mail and immortal iron glory

Figures of the sun
Crushed into dust
Stain the ascetic halls
With holy menstrual blood

Raid!

Apocalyptic tales tell of our arrival
Fortify your faith, for it shall be tested
The eight legged steeds thunder forth
Born among gods we trample ye worms!

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