Cacophonous

Blasphemous

A knife in his side

Our payment is due

Our rite is nigh

Run him down

Bind his arms tight

The lords shall have their man

And we, our prize

For we are

Loyal to the Ring

Crows and ravens survey

Following trails for blood

The headache rising in pressure

You cannot escape the flood

Like blood to sword

Ink to paper is drawn

From feather to feather

A message sent by dawn

The passage of days

They slow to a stop

An eclipse of sun

A story of rot

A loss of direction

Now shattered within

A numbing of souls

Betrayal of kin

Cacophonous

Blasphеmous

A knife in his side

Our payment is duе

Our rite is nigh

Drag him down

Bleed his kin dry

The lords shall have their man

And we, our prize

For we are

Loyal to the Ring

Throw my compass away

An endless chase for gold

My greed for slaves and silver

Failing to sins of old

A story of rot

A story of rot

Returning to naught

A story of rot

Returning to naught

A story of rot

Returning to naught