Plague is exhaled across the land upon the breath
of the dowager of hatred's prince, our maiden of death.
We kneel in prayer, welcome corruption promised to us;
pawns exhausted, usefulness outlived as they're withered to husks.

A shell is left behind
to host the government of a new mind
and I observe the blight,
The twisting of faces once frozen in time.

Her will permeates the faculties of the swarm of carcasses,
unholy grave birth conceived by her heartlessness.

The earth trembles beneath the march of countless corpses,
and for the first time since my indoctrination, I'm no longer remorseless.

Within the penumbra of the mass of her loyal dead,
I'm left only to ensure my queen is fed.
As I pluck the most succulent organs from each child possessed,
I am once more enticed by a primal blood thirst known by my brethren.
As our mother is sated, we await her command with heaving chests;
And as it's offered, we find relief as our yearning jaws connect.

As our hunger's satisfied, a primitive urge remains.
With undead soldiers ruined in light of our banquet,
My lupine brothers seek new sources to penetrate,
turning on one another with serrated cocks erect.

In the frenzy of our carnal endeavors,
incestuous fights for pleasure,
Many suffocate beneath the pressure of the pile of our pack's members.
As they lose consciousness beneath the thrusts under which they're fettered,
the pulse continues until the final orgasm is rendered.

As our desire is quenched, We hunger once again.
Amid the mound of friends, teeth sink into our dead.
With no trace of them left, we walk with palpitated steps
to reaches never met, towards a final rest.

Our matron's indifference as we writhe beneath her feet
Remains unrecognized with each ingestion of mulcted meat.
As long as corpses fall, we pledge our loyalty
and seek comfort in the path guided by our dark queen.