كلمات Condemned To Glory

Our order mocked And cast aside This birthright realm, To a son of clay Reclamation of our Lost prominence Behold a vacant throne! Wretched! Loved by our hate! Weeping to a light finally failed Fall upon our spears And give praise We reward faith with Sanguine blessings Consent to kneel And find a winged king! Bear witness to the Triumph of the wing and blade! A new reign of tyranny In the absent lord's domain Speak no more! Of spoiled conquest Ashen in your mouth! Listen not! To blind supplication's Damnation! To wield the faith To conjure and kill Mere tools with which to reign? Insane and lost The sovereign fell And left us to decide Let them drink of the cup And taste the fire Let them eat of the flesh And be poisoned within Injurious glory Perilous acclaim Lost prominence regained A coronation of murdered souls To this... are we condemned