Feral men now emerge from their places of refuge in the sunken trees,
forests submerged in the wake of the pall of blood from which they drink.
The threads of flesh are unraveled as spines elongate in their backs,
Towering simulacra of forgotten magic rendered black. 

They tread in holy waters, sanctified by priests slain in their tracks,
Devoured by the long-dead darkness we have summoned back.
The infidels' insincere tributes taint the ground with their disease,
And the blood moon's kiss acquiesces the wolves to emerge for all to see.

Supine, the divine have crumbled swiftly under threat of death,
Their ashes swallowed by the very waters they have blessed.

New fangs erupt from the jaws of those condemned by my queen
To straddle the line between the worlds of man and beast.

Serrated grins seek, now, the unborn children of the east,
a tribute to the morning star which illuminates each soldier's teeth.

The light will not suffice to guide us to our feast,
We require sacrifice that we may follow trails they bleed.

Moonlight on darkest shores, Let none escape your touch.
Guide us to our reward, Have those in our path crushed.
We'll draw up baths of gore from all who stand to slow our rush.
The onslaught of the wargs will cease when does the hunt.
We stride beneath black wings, Sky split o'er red seas joined,
Consuming everything that brings corrupt souls joy.
The chaos that we bring tempts growth in stagnant voids
and while your church bells ring, Your flesh we will enjoy.

Howling erupts above the churning of the sea of blood.
Beyond the walls we penetrate, trembling fathers hold their sons.
Their breaths have crept over the safety of their barriers,
Exciting lycanthropic masses as the sound reaches their ears.
Iron and silver meet with teeth born of the dark,
child and man spilled in the soil with each new mark.
I fear this hunger may forever weigh within my heart
as this perverse new breed of which I'm now a part.