Assemblage of Wolves

Fallujah

Assemblage
 A Servant of the horns
 The oracle of truth and immortality

 A shadow in our native land speaks a viper's tongue
 and hears a sigil unfamiliar

 The ghosts whisper their locations of falsehood
 A horde rides forth against the light of the sun

 In defense of sacred soil, our spirit is enchanted
 and by their blood spilt we are cleansed.

 A servant of the horns,
 We are an assemblage of wolves

 To take them from their Christian souls.
 A shadow in our native lands speaks a viper's tongue
 and bears a sigil unfamiliar

 Angered are our pagan lords,
 As we are crucified before the eyes of the hordes
 Forever we lay, ever we lay

 Ever are we the servants of the light of that consumes the shadow
 Spit in the face of crucifixion we spill their blood in reclamation
 Angered are our pagan lords, as we are crucified before the eyes of the hordes

 My destiny is to spill Christian bloodlines
 My loyalty lies to my native lands