- Non-Erotic Poetry
- West of Here
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We are a scourge, a terror on the open land.
We are riders of infernal will.
Oskerei, destiny, and six-gun in hand, our shadows cast across the hills
Eight Rayed Stars etched in the handles
Sigils flask when fluids flow
The Earthen Virgin and chaos goes where we must go
Ritual at night, at noon we’ll take it to the street
Wizard triggers sending some lead
We never miss; we cannot fall as long as blood is running red
Eight Rayed Stars etched in the handles
Sigils flask when fluids flow
The Earthen Virgin and chaos goes where we must go
We ride along to bring some death to Avalon
They know our songs that echo ‘cross the glen
Our will is strong Alive Cthulu praise Dagon
We know no wrong, we kill and kill again
We ride along, so bring the praise to Morrigan
We know her song and sing across the Glen
Will is strong, light the blaze, the terror song
We live too long to kill and kill again.
And in our wake, people die and earth will shake
As Black Powder takes their fate
So we will rule, like kings of old, that which we take
Shadows cast upon the hills.
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