ZKKRYMRNO - For We Are Called To Purify This Filth (I. War) Lyrics

And to him who sat on it
It was granted to take peace from Earth, And that men would slay one another
And a great sword was given to him

Send havoc, panic, anguish
And any strength in red fists
Break seals to undo mending
In vain with no pure intention

Seeming reckless to most
In this begotten hour of fire
Riding on a red horse
To wage war as a purifier

Ancient waiting game is finished
Your ways seem most proficient
An ending so close I can taste it
It tastes of salt, blood, and thorny faces