Duke's Ride (...of the Spectral Hooves)

Behold the fifteenth spirit of war Under whose (steed’s) hooves and the frost of his lance Lords and knights kneel in glorification Of war and mysterious secrets of hell Come forth sixty legions of demons From beyond the infernal gates On the battlefield he rides in fire Brandishing the scepter of wisdom and death A path of pulverized skulls Between spheres and funeral horizons … The gestalt of evil in knight’s armour With a lance of death, an ensign of blood and a scepter of fire The spectral hooves storm the combat zone When he rides into the burning armageddon The violent hooves of the skeletal nag The exalted gift of imperial lord Ba’al Necromantic stench of the old flesh Of the first unicorn which dwelt in the garden of Eden Behold the fifteenth spirit of power By whose gauntlet’s corpse-like behest Christian maggots crawl in enslavement Of darkness and the iron dominance of cruelty Behold the fifteenth spirit of power By whose gauntlet’s corpse-like behest Christian maggots crawl in enslavement Of darkness and the iron dominance of cruelty