Behind doors of oak, we bleed
Behind doors of stone, we reign
And as the paths have fused
We are born again
The gate loomed before us
Surrounded by sun and sand
Alive with roots and ivy
In contrast to the land
He could not bear the image
A hive for sprawling scorn
The portal that had hurled us
Into lands forlorn
What could we hope to gain?
What more could we possibly lose?
Grim has been our destiny
And there is no choice to choose
The gate loomed before us
But it did not stand for long
A reminder of our exile
A reminder we do not belong
With authority he struck
And so collapsed the gate
Upon the rubble he stood tall
As we heard him say
“In our days of purest rage your mouthless voice has called to me
In honor of your vermin name we cultivate atrocity
In our years of fetid famine we have heard the fucking call
To conquer every righteous soul and enslave them all”