Apocalyptic whirlwind The rage of nations Across the ancient desert Where only the crows bear witness Of prophecies writ The desert shall rise as one Ride them down Every man, woman, child Bring loss and despair Cast their souls to the wind Our hearts burn like fire, evoke divine rage Deliverance! Apocalypse! Rend their chain! Follow the trail of the dead Follow the chain of suffering Save at all cost Every man, woman, child From loss and despair In chains we unite Rage-tempered steel fought with iron ice cold We march ever southwards Though witnessed, untold We leave a trail of our dead Forging our chain of suffering This is the blood of our lives This is the payment of our deeds All soon to be forgotten Wind-scoured and bled dry A hate-ridden command The rivers and the mountains Once ochre, now stained red Snapping at my hand As wind howls through their bones We lead a chain of dogs Across these burning lands This is the blood of our lives This is the payment of our deeds All soon to be forgotten We were never what people could be We were only what we were Remember... you must remember Remember us We are abandoned to history Raise high the tattered standard of the Fallen Denied justice, denied legacy Heroic deeds purged from memory