The Black Throne [HEIR]

To prove your royalty is to pledge your loyalty.

From the fang that bites to the claw that scratches the hive and wolves we've fought the masses. To the Harpies gaze that could not see us and Broke times keepers that would not free us. Those Bullets blazed to empty rounds The Red Legion failed to take our crowns, Those taken Devils took the most but forget to fear the light of ghosts, We triumphed over the Darkest Kings we're rare, legendary, and exotic beings. No bonds of flesh or friendship Torn we come a pack like Gjallarhorn. With Blazing Fire of hammers Sol, And lightning chained as stories told, Those Voided arrows that weakened claimed combined our power will end the game...we are the kings of destiny grown to rise an (HEIR) of The Black Throne. 

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• Created January 17, 2015