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