They raised their swords as if to pierce the skies  Ignoring all others  Their weapons forged by daemon-hands  Enslaved since the time of creation  The skies above grew black as night  Revolting 'gainst the legions below  Nameless soldiers of the ancient race  Corrupted by their blackened swords  The carrion birds circled the skies  Awaiting their hour  The clash of titans in mortal land  Thrice-damned and chosen to die  Through charnel clouds and mortar dust  Dark ruin and empty despair  Pierced and mangled by blackened iron  Scented with sin and sweet corruption  Scented with sin and sweet corruption  Twisted with pain from the wounds still bleeding  Scented with sin and sweet corruption  Twisted with pain from the wounds still bleeding  They raised their swords as if to pierce the skies  Ignoring all others  Their weapons forged by daemon-hands  Enslaved since the time of creation  The skies above grew black as night  Revolting 'gainst the legions below  Nameless soldiers of the ancient race  Corrupted by their blackened swords  The carrion birds circled the skies  Awaiting their hour  The clash of titans in mortal land  Thrice-damned and chosen to die  Through charnel clouds and mortar dust  Dark ruin and empty despair  Pierced and mangled by blackened iron  Scented with sin and sweet corruption