Immortality Made Flesh - Exmortus

Born into chains ever cursing our birth

So hearken my friends, we must vanquish our plight

By numbers by force we lift the curse

From the slavery we shall arise in might

Raise your swords up high my friends!

Raise your swords up high!

Behold!

Their immortal kings, our foes

Fallen!

Writhing in their death-throes

Alas!

They lie obliterated into nothingness

Grim death!

Is dealt, Immortality made flesh

Ruling with fear and with false renown

Boasting sovereignty, protecting so-called rights divine

By heritage you gained your crown

But blood will be the price of mine

Take your plots to hell with you!

Take your plots to hell!

Alas!

Thou immortal king, my foe

Fallen!

Writhing in thy death-throes

Thy convulsing face by my flail, I thresh

Grim death I deal, immortality made flesh

Commanding your slaves to conquer the lands

Whilst sitting on satin and guzzling fine wine

True valor I gained not from lofty divans

But from the abyss to the throne I have climbed

Raise your swords up high my friends!

Raise your swords up high!

Behold!

Their immortal kings, our foes

Fallen!

Writhing in their death-throes

Alas!

They lie obliterated into nothingness

Grim death!

Is dealt, Immortality made flesh