This is our path to order
Pure bloodline to perfection
Father after father

Never to see a dawning sun

Not alone

Never alone
All above are enemies
A means to perfection

Unholy demons of the mind

Clench the fist to signal

To initiate the final
The end - the killing begins
Rapid torrent leather wings


Pulling swords from the sheathe
Hack down the hinderance

Create your own path
There shall be no rememberance


Unearthly
Unholy


Many are we
Who gather at the smell of blood
Many are we

Who gather at the sound of war

Corroded ruined wrecked

The dead sky shines through smoke and fog
Scorched black empty
Life not wanted

Blood brown smell of muck

Many are we

Who gather at the smell of blood
Many are we
Who gather at the sound of war