Bog Wraith - All Hail

My minions,
Bow before thy king
You have come to witness true power.
The holy are washed away,
Under the waves of my rise.

ALL HAIL!

Watch as I drain what is left,
Of the hope they held dear.
Shrieks sharper than a banshees wail,
From tormeted homunculi.
Left in the ruins of their homes,
Nowhere to run and hide.

You cannot save them,
We have suffocated the future,
Dead in the delivery rooms.
The beacon in the nightsky,
Extinguished with the final breath
Of a saviors infant form.

Watch as they squirm,
Filthy worms in the dirt,
Feasted upon by the ravens.
Leave nothing of their cities,
Salt the wounds of survivors,
Savor the powers granted,
By sacred runes.
Go forth our army,
And show the power of my reign.

I am the god king,
The face of Choronzon,
A mask of a deity,
The wolf in sheeps clothing,
Groomed from birth,
To be the leader of death,
The prodical son,
Behold your shepherd.