Standing proud and tall As forged in biblical sin Leaders stand helpless in awe Their faces corrode in doubt Sickening images of the meek Finally lain to rest in earthly substance Archived in the halls of the forgotten Disposed of in the vast deserts Good mortals – gather nearby Sweet humankind – hear the noise It's the bewailing of former divination Now observe its downgrade Blood restored from the ordained Used to build vital liquids Fed to our forces, our forces must feast While advancing towards the dark horse Attacking the wretched Seeing their d**h Loving the mace Semper Paratus Always prepared Constantly in position Unceasingly anticipating Scrutinizing the flesh Looking for potions of life To pour on the eternal throne