The Choking Sands

men of this world will only hope
that their deaths will come swift
their frantic eyes will search the skies
but I am their only salvation
and the earth turned its insides
as the prophecy foretold
and the dead shall rise
to do battle in the final wars
Hail The Army Of The Seven Crowns
from the depths of hell we ride
to extinguish the blinding glare
alone, and their armies of men rush
to avert their fearful eyes
you will bow before the seven crowns
Hail The Army Of The Seven Crowns