Three Bastards Infant Annihilator

Beneath the hallowed golden halls, wails of death hum from the walls
The floorboards echo with the stains of rape
And weeping infant's calls
Shadows of the ancient doctrines grip the Kingdom by the thighs
A penitentiary of royal penetration, fetal enslavement
Prepubescent prisoners held inside
The ways of The Galèriarch endure

Though centuries passed, generations expired
The ways of Galèriarch endure

Hollow dwellings now frame the citadel
Littered with carcasses and festering rot
Withered remnants of a long-ruined realm
The hopeless souls of a forgotten god

Forced to feast on the fat of the damned
Shamefully savouring the shafts of their siblings
Defiled peasants, matured and psychotic
Sadistic and necrotic, gaped and sadomasochistic

From the depths crawled The First
Scavenger of battlefields, seeking jewel-covered carnality
Leader of Grief, hungry for divinity through meat and eating royalty, he was The Second
The Last, emerging from the void, unearthed unholy wisdom through systematic sodomy
Three Bastards united only by their cruelty, malice and absolute revulsion of all life