I'll torch the sky, cinder, ash, burnt skin
Under the darkened embrace we will devour the strong, devour the elite, devour all of them whole
As the shadow of war creep upon the righteous ones, reap what you sow, rekindle the flames with their thrones
Lick your wounds, if there's you there's me
Shallow hearts heal but hearts can't heal when you smash the skull
Prepare to die
Prepare for the end
As the shadow of war creeps upon the righteous ones, reap what you sow, rekindle the flames with their thrones
Hide your children
We will slit their throats and spit down their necks
No spawn of you will get through
Die die die DIE
This is our battle cry
Swords rise
You die
This is our battle cry