Anciients - Ibex Eye

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Here I stand, high above
All this death, as it waits
Spiral crown, made of bone
Blackened blood, horns of agony
Staring down at their wastelands
Primal brain so pure of heart
Bleeding wretched blood
Skulls trampled from above
Make my way, down paths of
Sacred song, my soul is strong
I erase the path I take
Hating man horns over
Hands sinister and cold
Are all he’s ever known
Bleeding wretched blood
Skulls trampled from above
None shall defy me
All shall fear my ibex eye
Storm comes in disguise
Flames in my eyes
Sacred triumph of death
I will take their last breath
Sacred ways, triumph of death
They will take one last breath
Ancient ways, bringer of death
I will take their last breath
My call is my sword
I will be heard
Sacred ways, triumph of death
They will take one last breath
My call is my sword
I will be heard
Ancient ways, bringer of death
I will take their last breath