Banners rally forward with desire to attack,
defiling life that was free,
Invasion of men from beyond the grave,
an unholy genocide brought upon by their gods.
Honing grotesque armor and blades of black steel,
To strike fear deep within the souls of their enemies,
To resist is futile,
sacrifices must be made in the name of their gods,
Drawn from their lust for blood they serve only in the name of chaos.
Blood and chaos will forever be present,
when these men walk these blackened lands.
High, high, raise our flags high,
as we march onward through these lands.
Claiming your lands, one march at a time,
There is no stopping us, so don't get in our way.
The gates have finally opened,
hounds of hell unleashing fire upon the night,
death is creeping over,
Involuntary tributes
await the havoc that is awaiting them,
escape is not an option,
They try to run and hide,
but only god knows they wont last the night,
their slaughter is imminent,
Hiding from being sought,
death lurks In between each of their thoughts,
the hounds are here.
Ripping through flesh guzzling their brains,
seeking out one at a time until the pack closes in on you,
The will to survive has long gone away,
this never ending nightmare is finally here to stay.
High, high raise our flags high,
as we march onward through these lands.
Claiming your lands, one march at a time,
there is no stopping us, so don't get in our way.
The smell of the dead, burnt flesh and pure evil trickle through the air.
There is no telling what's to come next,
when this bubonic plague raids these blackened lands.
High, high, raise our flags high,
as we march onward through these lands.
Claiming your lands one march at a time,
there is no stopping us, so don't get in our way
