From the putrid sky falls a burning husk
Pilfered and corrupted by the imminent tide
Heralding the arrival of an ancient foe
We will draw first blood
Blood on my blade
Slakes my thirst
Jolts me awake and sharpens my mind
No mistakes, none left alive
We will draw first blood
Hunting down the beasts through the halls of the barge
Swords through flesh and shells through bone
Knights to the field
Claiming a victory for the hive
Inspiration in the slaughter
Motivation in the letting of the blood
That now soaks the sand and flows down the troughs of our blades
Blades strike true in the name of a God
Bringing holy death down on the enemy
Hundreds fall before the battle begins
We will draw first blood
Hunting down the beasts through the halls of the barge
Swords through flesh and shells through bone
Knights to the field
Claiming a victory for the hive
Inspiration in the slaughter
Motivation in the letting of the blood
That now soaks the sand and flows down the troughs of our blades
Staring into the eyes of the beast
An ocean of pain stares back
Gripped by a dark satisfaction
Fueled by its agony
Walk away and let it die
As it if ever liver
We will draw first fucking blood
Death to the heretic