Scholomance - Pride Of The Serpent Winds lyrics

I scorch these plains, I yield the crown of the Apocalypse Burning through what once was you to free my yearning soul Yet with this seal, seventh past, my head is lowered still Ashamed by waste you have left behind with careless indulgence So draw the swords, four at once, hope is banished Loose the cries on desert winds to wash this ash away Serpents sway with glee, this final charming call, gain their trust Then strike with vengeance and befriend them as they fall The venom coursing through their bodies Weak and frail, now gone But spirits rise to scream once more Afterlife has come Failed decree to crush the free, wanderers of the barren dune They will always stand, pa**ion's strength may earn my empathy Respect the valor, through foolish pride, to face my blade of plague Bleeding honor stains the sands which scatter vanity Desperation utters forth soft whimpers Power has lost its meaning derived I refuse to spare this selfish breed With its indecency and hollowed remains Visionary men and gods are proven false Warriors are slaves, shed of bindings Populace has freed us to reign Mounting our steeds to continue on To spread heavenly carnage Across this rumoured holy land Praise wasting dreamers cower on sight of Christ in retreat To spare his second life