Swords in hands, at the bloody fields of history

We rend our blades through dogma and humility

Carve the future according to our will

Set worlds ablaze with our seething fire



Let all acknowledge, that we are here

as Masters to rule this flaming humanity

Our beings formed in rage and defiance

with strength to trample the weak and the foolish



And so we march, with burning breath

Temples aflame on our path to glory