Album: A Romance With Violence
Lo, and behold…
The reaper doth approach.
The iron-clad stallion – its pallid complexion concealed.
Forward on, steel legs run.
A new lord lays claim to the land.
From bastard god, to steam powered daemon.
The apostles follow in the cavalcade.
Reavers and raiders, hunters and harbingers
A path is struck – extinction begins
The iron-born hellion – its burning eyes survey the killing fields.
Permanence, and negation.
The veins of the Republic expand.
The company revels in their champion
On his back, the west will be won
An inferno, fed of enslavement and starvation
There is always more coal for the flames.
Silence becomes the nations that stood in the path.
The gallows engulf the settlements that follow its wrath.
The forgotten hands that struck down the ties are swallowed by the frontier.
Joining the peoples, pushed deep below
The new nation will learn the fear.
Violence begets fear and tragedy.
As the Iron horse sow, so shall it’s riders reap.
As iron goes
So pile the skulls
the Gallow frontier,
Will never forget