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Summoned by an astral mind

All would be laid to waste

Charred through a hunted land

Cultures of old and marauders of late

A wall of hatred

Wandering collector of the dead

Shredding, the hellshredder

Wading through rivers of blood, they were atoned

Stoking the fires as we breach hell's dawn

Slaughtered by dogs...

Shredding hell with velocity

Hauled away in this campaign of insanity

Led amiss in callous, sanguine divinity

Axes, and steels, and hate...

An evil wind swept among us, but it was much to late

An ominous entity severed our lives...

We are reaped under hell's dawn

Wandering collector of the slain

An evil that frays eternity

Our bones are the gleaming white sand when it's all said and done

His terrible form...

An ominous entity inflicting violence upon us for what we have done

His terrible form...

The terrible mountains looming like hatred

Under the red dawn of a blood meridian came the atavistic savages

An ancient culture wondering where was God

Houses of red clay drowned in lakes of blood

The retreating caravan of wrinkled, dying horses

The ash will pass, no telling tale