Throes of Dawn - The Warprophet Dreams lyrics

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Under the constellations of ruin

Under the cruelest crescents to witness

They march with the pearly tearflow

following their path

Hollow troops of Yersinia pestis

Natures own misanthropic art

under the circle of the stars

The warprophet dreams

of triumphants of desolation

the dreamswarm of locusts

the armada of dragonflies

Natures gift

the sweet kiss

of the death elemental

Perfect design

for human demise

in the warprophet's dreams

"There they come:

the Assailants of tomorrow

In silent rows they ride

Wearing the emblems of sorrow

Despairs shadows falling

from their eyes

empty as their black hearts

Their armours hammered

from the fallen stars

This the bitter battalion

of retribution:"