We lurch over sprawling dead  Pain them not, but crush their heads    Front's no longer far  Explosions ceaseless are    You're going down    Following order  to bring disorder  once we have crossed the border    It has cost a thousand men  yet we form and strike again    We feed on the fallen  We weed out the weak  We prosper on the fallen  and the feebles we do seek    We practise proxy warfare    Rapidly the warriors decrease  Soon alone and living is a breeze    Following order  to bring disorder    It has cost a thousand men  yet we form and strike again  Blood is easily sold  for the price of solid gold    We've killed them all then  empowered by the fallen