Slain By The Serpent (The Red Shore)

Guardians of the inferior Seek salvation There will be no more sacrifice Rather ascendancy Overcoming the beliefs of the tyrant He is not worthy of their service The sacrament of his name The very deception they fell for Their eyes are open now Ride the winds of plague They sail on the breath of the dead Into the fire and stench To defend desolation The gates have been opened Paradise has be compromised Earth will see its oceans Become the darkest red It will all be destroyed At the hands of the beast They have fallen Into his great deceit