Battle Cry

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