Throes Of Dawn - The Warprophet Dreams lyrics

Under the constellations of ruin Under the cruelest crescents to witness They march with the pearly tearflow following their path Hollow troops of Yersinia pestis Natures own misanthropic art under the circle of the stars The warprophet dreams of triumphants of desolation the dreamswarm of locusts the armada of dragonflies Natures gift the sweet kiss of the d**h elemental Perfect design for human demise in the warprophet's dreams "There they come: the Assailants of tomorrow In silent rows they ride Wearing the emblems of sorrow Despairs shadows falling from their eyes empty as their black hearts Their armours hammered from the fallen stars This the bitter battalion of retribution:"