Within The Tunnles Clad In Iron

Hidden with the earths old bones they hide their fangs and claws,

Behind their wall of flesh and tears they fill their bloody maws.

Cloak by blood, shielded in bones they dine on stones from graves

They happily dig into their futures womb in search of holy slaves.

With scarred hands they mined the ore and shaped a mighty shield

Before its colossal might, every attempt of war trembles and yields.

Upon a land gained by will and kept through bloody fists

They dare the world and all its justice to take it from its midst.

Who has destiny chosen to sit upon her throne?

Only fate knows her mind and the rage within her bones.



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