Through tempest great
And war eternal
We press on
With quest infernal

Ceaseless marching
Through fire and ash
Never wanting
For home or land

We just burn
Both earth and sea
For we are kings
Consumed with voracity

May the sky fall
May the ground break
Before our power
In our terrible wake

Undying are we
A fate far worse
Than death itself
A veritable curse

Will our shackles
Be ever undone?
Are any of us
The chosen one?

By blood and suffering
We shall find out
Find the source
Of our doubt

And crush it in hand