Fealty, Thunder Whip

Heads made of bone and iron Goats hiding under arches We will end their night Old paths made in silence Being lost in dead marshes They shall lose this fight We take them on as they appear Send them away far from here On and on we go We will never fall Pray to the lost cause of your worship They won't make a sound In silent defeat Fealty, thunder whip Steering our ship To the silence of their crypt In thе dark we make them rip Fеalty, thunder whip Guiding our trip With every move they slip A total loss of grip As we open the sky Giant bolts fly You cease to make a sound Falling to the ground Backwards and downwards We take a different road Storm clouds start to gather Forming in our hearts Patterns now erode Charging empty matter Tearing myths apart Locust made of tension spreading fear Hammers in the sky will deafen ears Pounding blow by blow They will always fall Cursing the won goals of our worship We will bear the crown In loud success Fealty, thunder whip Steering our ship To the silence of their crypt In the dark we make them rip Fealty, thunder whip Guiding our trip With every move they slip A total loss of grip When the night thrives And the spirit comes alive Then you will see We will come for you In your nightmares There we will stay This is an epitaph This is dedicated to the ones That stood in our way

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 28, 2026