Ass-Soul

Leave not one! The battle has begun Those men who came to fight this day Shall die before it's done See them arrayed Men of the South Bright colours, and plumage! They hide behind guns! As we march forth Down from the mountains! See them cower and shake Leave not one! The battle has begun Those men who came to fight this day Shall die before it's done Death and steel Their Empire forced to kneel Our deeds are legend, stories sung! Leave not one! The snow beneath our feet Stained red and stomped to slush Bodies broken on the high ground! Yet we still march on Our blades bite deep into flesh Drink deep of their blood For glory we feast upo

Gather 'round, I wear the pauper's crown My queen has a dress of ashes and rags My kingdom long, stretching far as eye can see And my palace of fools gold was made fit for a king All our subjects bow down at our feet Singing praise, songs of joy, and dancing merrily Smiling, my queen and I would sit Watching the processions, laughing gently There were men, and women who did not Want this kingdom rising above the mountain tops They would sing that heaven was for gods The paupers and the ash queens, never held above To this end, they hunted us like prey Dogs would come at midnight, horses come by day Hiding in the dollhouse We tr

And I'm not sleepy now I find it hard to breath Am I not breathing now? It's very hard to sleep But a soft sound calling Out to me A secret that I'll keep And that sound that's calling Out from death A whisper from the deep And no, I wont tell It was real though

Under night skies far I will roam Even stars wont follow me home Ghosts in shadows playing death games Til the sunlight takes it away Hiding deep inside nothing Where I find amongst secret letters A picture of one thing Stars forget Dead with flesh stretched tight across bone In the darkness that I call home Ghosts invite me, playing in the rain Til the clear sky takes it away Hiding deep within one thing Where there's nothing but hidden ladders This is where I find something More than this

The Angels of Death descend from the skies Clad in their faith and in steel Their sword arm is strong Their faith can't be undone And they know not fear Bolters spit death into the heart of the foe Exploding in a fountain of blood Chainswords roar as they ruin the flesh Of the Mutant, Xenos and Heretic! They are the finest warriors Forged in the furnace of war Clad in the greatest armor No sickness will blight them And no foe can best them They must be steel They must be doom And they shall know no fear! Like lightning they strike from the skies clad in their faith and in steel Relentless they bore Into the enemies core A

Embers are burning up high in the leaves, False prophets and deceivers all swing from the trees, Among them no chosen, no brothers of steel, By the sign of the Hammer, We refuse to yield, Our swords are stained red by the waters of life, Our shields are battered, Our wounds more than slight, We stand in defiance of the death that now crawls, Up into our hearts and yet we do not fall, The Mighty. Left not alone as the embers all die, Left with nothing but tears in our eyes, Tears shed in pride and of battle fought, The deaths of our brothers have victory bought, So stand up we few left to carry our flag, The corpses of brothers behind us no

Demon, Demon on my back, Kill a man, or venom lack, You have been nought but a pain, Attached to me just like a name, But Ho there demon, Don't despair, Know that you're quite welcome there, For without you, there is no me, And both of us would cease to be, So little demon, Don't be shy, We'll scorch this world before we die.

Your green will always torture me, I'll always know your name, Distanced from my memory, You'll never do the same, Or do you sit up holding me, Like a breath in your lungs, Like veins hold your blood, Like footprints in the mud? And does my Purple torture you? And do you breathe my name? And when it's dark and you can't sleep, Am I the one to blame? And I curse that you're a part of me, Like a book holds it's words, Like the sun always burns, Like a road has it's turns, Now i suffer on the wheel, Time you traitor, Time, I Yield.

I've never had an original thought until now, And quite frankly, no one ever showed me how, If life in hell is something i am meant to dread, I'd rather take the Devil with me when i go to bed, And Devil remember all the words that you have said to me, Remember when i grew your horns and when I wore your wings, And spit on me again, again! I bare the mark of Caine, And step on me, torment me, Forget my fucking name.