Old Cocytus
Lonesome gem
Demonic or angelic who can say?

Gods, gods, arisen from below
Older than time itself
Destined to transcend
Setting the tale of truth

Destroyed, sadly before their time
Infinite power and horrid strength
Enough to turn the tide, it was not

Ending before it began
Tormented by the unified front
Empire resurgent from the depths
Remnant but not broken
Now and always
As always until death
Lie in waiting, for another era

Ode to life and ode to death,
Free from strife, befallen breath,
Hard to see the future is,
But when the dust settles, again strife begins.

Heart and mind will come and go,
Rise from the grave, pitiful souls,
To drop again at the hand of God,
The Emperor's wrath and the soldiers' odds.

Darkness come forth from your graves,
Death, a beautiful dismay,
Free the might of the ancient hell,
But for who does death toll the bell?

And when you fall upon the dust,
No more power for you to lust,
Break the spell of your dignity,
Old chained chained so easily.

Everything is said and done,
Unite the Empire as a solid one,
Cast the doubts of the ancient sods,
Emperor; his sole property is God.

Roaring sound of rushing water
The herald of unbound slaughter
The crest of a deadly wave
As the Abyssal rises to send us to the grave

Legions of Scholae arise!
We fight till each of us dies,
Until the beast is defeated,
Or our ammunition depleted!

Fire! Bring full force to bare!
Show this creature that it should beware
The strategy is sound,
The bombs are inbound!

Thunderous volleys from a thousand tanks strike the beast. Fwec!
They'll turn a Abyssal to a crippled wreck!
We will emerge victorious,
It's death shall be glorious

The fateful moment passes in slow motion
An eerie calm follows the commotion
Like a fountain, black blood spurts to the skies
A crash to the ground as the Abyssal finally dies

Lucyeth
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