DESCRIPTION:
Flight of the Teratorns

Lyrics:
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Circling on high,
This scorched earth;
A battle cry to reclaim the Miocene.
Blot out the sol, avert thyne eyes;
Lest their descent marks us as their prey.

My suster, alderlevest
Those blak banes avalen with her tightly bound;
Their kestes reddened
By beastly flesh hooks spewing grisly meal.

Asseged--those banes ful swithe unleash tormentrie;
Intent on calcynyng the leavings of our kinsmen
Ver the Toures of Zepheris. (multiple people screams)

I vow upon this world's upset,
To guard membrance of you.
To depart this shell in tune.

Ykorrven thyne steads.
The might of the flock lifts you up.
And The bluffs below
Suffren your repose again and again.

So you thought you'd outlive tomorrow?
Well it's about that time to figure it out.
Before you can live
You must first learn to die
Does that suit you fine?
Last call for fly-and-die
Bring all your leavings to the floor,
Before disbandment, my friends
You'll want to suck out the marrow
It's a flavor well worth the chore
Take flight onward the next ville,
The sons of Bacchus below are brymstoon,
The wails of the lost, a splendid denouement,
For such a meal overdue.

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