Many Are We

This is our path to order

Pure bloodline to perfection

Father after father

Never to see a dawning sunNot alone

Never alone

All above are enemies

A means to perfection

Unholy demons of the mindClench the fist to signal

To initiate the final

The end - The killing begins

Rapid torrent leather wingsPulling swords from the sheathe

Hack down the hindrance

Create your own path

There shall be no remembranceUnearthy

UnholyMany are we

Who gather at the smell of blood

Many are we

Who gather at the sound of warCorroded ruined wrecked

The dead sky shines through smoke and fog

Scorched black empty

Life not wanted

Blood brown smell of muckMany are we

Who gather at the smell of blood

Many are we

Who gather at the sound of war