They raised their swords as if to pierce the skies

Ignoring all others

Their weapons forged by daemon-hands

Enslaved since the time of creation

The skies above grew black as night

Revolting 'gainst the legions below

Nameless soldiers of the ancient race

Corrupted by their blackened swords

The carrion birds circled the skies

Awaiting their hour

The clash of titans in mortal land

Thrice-damned and chosen to die

Through charnel clouds and mortar dust

Dark ruin and empty despair

Pierced and mangled by blackened iron

Scented with sin and sweet corruption

Scented with sin and sweet corruption

Twisted with pain from the wounds still bleeding

Scented with sin and sweet corruption

Twisted with pain from the wounds still bleeding

They raised their swords as if to pierce the skies

Ignoring all others

Their weapons forged by daemon-hands

Enslaved since the time of creation

The skies above grew black as night

Revolting 'gainst the legions below

Nameless soldiers of the ancient race

Corrupted by their blackened swords

The carrion birds circled the skies

Awaiting their hour

The clash of titans in mortal land

Thrice-damned and chosen to die

Through charnel clouds and mortar dust

Dark ruin and empty despair

Pierced and mangled by blackened iron

Scented with sin and sweet corruption