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
And 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