March to slaughter!
Hark to the thundering call of Kane.
Voices from the kill floor,
Swallowing screams of shame.
We stand worlds apart.
Within the hearts of man,
Writhe the vermin of heaven and horror.
Murderers we, of sanctity.
Behold the threshold of pain and despair,
Summoned by traitors and thieves of our kind.
Man against man in a torrent of bloodshed.
We stand worlds apart.
Oh, how the crippled suffer.
Petrified sheep, slaves to all fear.
I am the might and the will of mankind,
To separate love from this world.
Hate will prevail, burning the empires.
Burning them all to the ground.
Silence... dividing.
Sterile... offerings.
Ignite!
Swine of the earth, look what you've done.
Your lust for control, oh tyrannical hunger,
And urge to reign, will be your demise.
End of times!
Murderes we, of sanctity.
Behold the threshold of pain and despair,
Summoned by traitors and thieves of our kind.
Man against man in a torrent of bloodshed...