Archon Corrupt - The Abhorred

The workings of the war machine gyrate
Each cog has its place
The overseers in panic
With Twisted fingers grasping their scepters

A plot for war echoes through the landscape
A tower eclipsing the brimstone landscape
The eye ever leering, ever searching

The one adorned in white now a pledge to his will
Harvesting of the greenery to fuel the army soldiers raise from the mud
Molten metals, the clatter of sword and shield
The footsteps of an army shaking the ground once more

The eye ever searching
Longing to be whole
A creation devised to bring order to a wretched land
A power forged by hatred sweeps through the folly of man
Return of order, return of the dark king
The abhorred

The armies gather but the forces are too feeble
The prophecy reveals a splinter of his weakness

Written by:
Louis Gray

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