Off to War!

Am I ov god, Satan or an obsidian hemisphere? Am I the fated sovereign or sanctitude inverse? Consider the great solitude ov the truly liberated man Set forth to raze frail humanity once again Am I to act alone? If so I’ll draw blood from stone Am I to act alone? If so I’ll be the thundering tremor to whip the storm Why are we such tender flesh under blackening skies? Are we defenceless prey in a predator’s eye? Can we stay stalwart in the face ov fated tragedy? Are we to remain subjugated by fictitious morality? Am I to act alone? If so I’ll separate the meat from bone Am I to act alone? If so I shall be the herald ov reckoning’s swarm Host ov the ones condemned Dethrone god malevolent Hear the cannons roar We are off to war Uncrown he with reins adorned Blacken the icon We for whom no god shall mourn Off to war Am I ov god, Satan or an obsidian hemisphere? Am I the fated sovereign or sanctitude inverse? Consider the great solitude ov the truly liberated man Set forth to raze frail humanity once again