Eve Of The Conqueror (Gospel of the Horns)

Before one enters the palace of courage You must ask yourself � "Are you ready to die?" Are you prepared to bleed, do you know what death tastes like Have you gazed into the blood soaked corridors of immortality This warrior is armed to the teeth This warrior has life and death in the palm of his hands And sips the wine of mistaken identity And consumes the thought � "Is this my last stand?" Harness the beast from within The upper hand is ours All things sacred to you I'll smite The primal instinct to win For man is never truly alive Until he has felt paralysing fear wash over him in a ruthless tide I'm guided by the power of the pentagram My honour, my devotion, our union...