This is our path to order    Pure bloodline to perfection    Father after father    Never to see a drawning sun       Not alone    Never alone    All above are enemies    A means to perfection    Unholy demons of the mind       Clench the fist to signal    To initiate the final    The end - The killing begins    Rapid torrent leather wings       Pulling swords from the sheathe    Hack down the hinderance    Create your own path    There shall be no rememberance       Unearthy    Unholy       Many are we    Who gather at the smell of blood    Many are we    Who gather at the sound of war       Corroded ruined wrecked    The dead sky shines through smoke and fog    Scorched black empty    Life not wanted    Blood brown smell of muck       Many are we    Who gather at the smell of blood    Many are we    Who gather at the sound of war