Weapons of Conquest - Deströyer 666

Forged in the same fire, plagued by the same affliction

Born of the same blood, torn from the same womb

Oppressed by the same foe, encircled by the friends

Unleashed the egress from eden

Toe to toe, face to face

With the captors

Inch by inch take the ground

Drive them backwards

No distant bond will stay my hand

Drive the brethren from the land

Seeded from the same source

Now sewn in isolation

Thrust before the ice tides

Scattered on the wind

The barren and the fertile, the fallow and the fair, survival and extinction

Driven by internal fire, the continents collide

Unleashed, unleashed, the weapons of conquest

To the herd and the land, no more bonded

Driven by avarice, now absconded

The strands of fate entwine the worlds

As blood brenched standards are unfurled

Viral strain to decimate, in desperation retaliate

Stone and wood meet blade of steel, tectonic fate the kings annealed

Steel and plague, fire and lead, destiny manifest by the weapon of conquest

Which capricious fate delivers the world?

Can the fires that stir the molten core grant domination of the earth?