текст Summon the Hounds Array слова

Summon the servants that are chained at the throat by a tarnished chain only devoted to their prosperous fathers,
A grip so tight it bruises the neck when the beast exhales the horrors that settle internally.
Galloping toward immoral intent with the set bounties on the heads of the rightgeous,
The dismantled bodies given back for validation and gratuity to amuse the gods of fortune.
The itching appetite grows as these hounds unearth the leaders and thieve on the lives of the weak beneath them.
Aggravation dissolves into a joyous laughter as the oppressors loan vows to benefit the wealthy
And cast down the frail hero slaughtered in vain, assassinations of demigods in secrecy.
A never ending pattern to cast down the frail and throne the elite.