Rise! Ascending,
No return.
Hear the crawling ghost of war.
Walk! Procession
Of the damned.
Stick to your brothers in arms.
Entombed by piles
Of cadaveric eyes,
Staring at those who pass by.
The fear consumes
The wish to fight the truth:
Those who wander are lost.
Our last
Chance to end it all.
Embrace the
Rhythm of War.
Fire! No mercy,
Hold your gun.
Now it's the time to strike.
Hunt! Stalking,
He's the one.
Rip the Rawhead apart.
Engulfed by clouds
Of mortifying shouts,
Stifing the will to survive.
The angst consumes
The thought they had assumed:
Those who wander are lost.
Our last
Chance to end it all.
Embrace the
Rhythm of War.
Enslave the weak,
Quell the strong,
Terminate their leader.
Embrace the Rhythm of War
'Cause I'm here to kill.
Somewhere in the flatlands
The feast is ready,
And humans are the main course.
Rawhead beeings
Pierce the bodies yet to fall.
They will conquer
The Universe.
Hear the crawling
Ghost of war.
Gaze! At the lights of
A new dawn
Falling madly upon us.
To breathe the blow
Of a smouldering shout,
Freezing the hearts filled with hope.
The gloom devours
The strength to carry on.
Those who wander are lost.
Our last
Chance to end it all.
Embrace the
Rhythm of War.