Ordo Hereticus Lyrics

Dark days indeed

For the heretic doth not sleep

One million worlds hang in the balance

It grips them with malice

Dark days indeed

For the heretic doth not sleep

One million worlds hang in the balance

It grips them with malice

In High Gothic my autoquill recounts

A scriptured heartache

"Heresy and these Tales From The Grim Dark"

In High Gothic the Inquisition cometh

In High Gothic,

"Heresy and these Tales From The Grim Dark"

"We have accessed the political networks of this world

And determined they to be followers of Tzeentch

What be the will of the Inquisition?"

Spare not the heretic bastard

Under boot, send them to their master

Blast this world until shattered

Burn them, burn them and their idols

Forget not

Forgive nothing

My mortal heart fills me with fear

The Emperor's light, it does not shine here

For far too long

Too much grace

Has been waste on the heretic

Burn

Burn their souls

Burn their worlds

End their days and their wicked ways

For far too long

Too much grace

Has been waste on the heretic

Burn

Burn their souls

Burn their worlds

Oh, burn them

There is no place for the weak-willed

There is no place for the heretic

The corrupt must perish

Hallowed be thy ground

The corrupt must perish

Hallowed be thy ground

Only in death does duty end

The eye that sleepeth not

The endless battles fought

Dark days indeed

For far too long

Too much grace

Has been waste on the heretic

Burn

Burn their souls

Burn their worlds

End their days and their wicked ways

For far too long

Too much grace

Has been waste on the heretic

Burn

Burn their souls

Burn their worlds

Oh, burn them