Throne Torcher by ARID

Giants, look down upon us
Flames of judgement, Chilling gaze
Burn scars into our skin
Claim the lands where feet refrain
Heavy burden upon our backs
To ease the stress from theirs
Just horses, carrying Earth
This is, your command

Draining
Feel the noose upon your neck
Fading
Feel the life you never had

Beg, Grovel in dirt
You must suffer, to remain
Offer all that you can give
& get devoured to sustain
Dragged down with purpose
More cattle to be Chained
Your thoughts an echoing plea
Ash of trees, smeared in red

• Black Metal
• Blackened Crust
• Crust
• Death Metal
• Metal
• Thrash Metal
• Chicago