Lyrics Ogham the Blood - Sieben

Blazon our field of gules
Losers fell as fruit from the ash
Proper in red
We rampant perennial while
Sabling death
Per fess a sinister hand
Ogham the blood
Ogham the line
Our cult of the fallen
Will triumph over time
Blazon our dexterous arm
Threaten gort destined to depose
Self azure our cloth
A rag of colts
The king throat-notched
On the seventh moon
Ogham the blood
Ogham the line
Our cult of the fallen
Will triumph over time
Brazen our or over vert
Ogham gash chevron emblem flesh
We gang to forge eternity
Slash our mark to stave off death
Ogham the blood
Ogham the line
Our cult of the fallen
Will triumph over time
Ogham the blood
Ogham the line
Our cult of the fallen
Will triumph over time