Standing proud and tall
As forged in biblical sin
Leaders stand helpless in awe
Their faces corrode in doubt
Sickening images of the meek
Finally lain to rest in earthly substance
Archived in the halls of the forgotten
Disposed of in the vast deserts
Good mortals – gather nearby
Sweet humankind – hear the noise
It's the bewailing of former divination
Now observe its downgrade
Blood restored from the ordained
Used to build vital liquids
Fed to our forces, our forces must feast
While advancing towards the dark horse
Attacking the wretched
Seeing their d**h
Loving the mace
Semper Paratus
Always prepared
Constantly in position
Unceasingly anticipating
Scrutinizing the flesh
Looking for potions of life
To pour on the eternal throne