Yagolith by Dethlehem
Hold your breath and we approach the gate
Place the corpse upon the stone
To show the true path through the void
Heads on spikes
Await Our Demise
Yet they not know, that we are the ruiners of dethlehem
In the town square, armies of the dead. are waiting
there
Yet they not know, Ruiners Of Dethlehem they must fear
Bovice did reach down and fetch his blade, the
broadsword now glowed in
furious haste
He removed their limbs, in a gory blast, his bodyguards
were no match
the 3 lay now before our feet, now we face our true
enemy
face our enemy
The king does laugh
Descending from his throne and the crown doth glow
Standing upon his mound he approaches now
And he did turn into the dragon form, he grew to
glorious heights,
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