Zemial - Under Scythian Command lyrics

[Persian infantryman :] Rusty sword brings a certain d**h A fatal seed on the summit of my lost breath I dread to see - it's summoned to me For us the shortest straw! Now! [Scythian skirmisher:] Fever and Plague on the circle of their d**h Fever and Plague in the wells of d**h Fever and Plague and the symbols of d**h [Persian infantryman :] And a waning Moon rests on their soul locked by a demon - tight A battle song - better hold on tight Galloping fast - vindictive souls [Narrator:] Absolved of carnage under their mother's sight [Scythian mother:] Blessed be their magic soul and their magic sight And Metis' song is nothing to me I want the throne and no gods over me! And now! [Scythian skirmisher:] Fever and blades in the circle of their d**h Screams from my just sword are soaring Justice of fear this is almost as a Curse! Take a mother's son - summon the Moon [Narrator:] Words sung - in the dark Commanding d**h! [Scythian skirmisher:] Their souls in a circle of d**h And no one sees that there's not enough breath of life With their toy swords coming to me Another failed a**ault The just sword summoned to me Another scene of blood - with lust I rub it on me The shoal and the Seven doth fall And they shall die!