Swords in hand at the bloody fields of history   We rend our blades through dogma and humility   Carve the future according to our will   Set worlds ablaze with our seething fire   Let you all acknowledge that we are here   As masters to rule this failing humanity   Our beings formed in rage and defiance   With strength to trample the weak and the foolish   And so we march with burning brands   Temples of flame on our path to glory