Slain By the Serpent - The Red Shore

Guardians of the inferior

Seek salvation

There will be no more sacrifice

Rather ascendancy

Overcoming the beliefs of the tyrant

He is not worthy of their service

The sacrament of his name

The very deception they fell for

Their eyes are open now

Ride the winds of plague

They sail on the breath of the dead

Into the fire and stench

To defend desolation

The gates have been opened

Paradise has be compromised

Earth will see its oceans

Become the darkest red

It will all be destroyed

At the hands of the beast

They have fallen

Into his great deceit