Mass bloodfiends gather in form
Awaiting the charge from deaths call
Fire rages within their soulless bodies
A fulfillment of lusting pleasures

Craving filth and blood, all raise the banner of hate
Their darkened visions, are paths for the depraved
Bearing their irons, to commence their reign
Of stealth and pride, the plague of annihilation

To reap with fire, to reap with death
A bloodied spray beyond
Discarded limbs, destined for decay
A blackened spell of rot
Burning remains, smoldering flesh
Weeping cries of rapid pain
Intense slashing, vigorous thrust
Live the pride of hell

Mass bloodfiends have dominated in form
Charging has erceeded beyond deaths call
The morbid curse shall be embedded
Into the skulls of worthless sufferers forever

They are bleeding for the desire to create
A dominant land of superior lords

The blood, the victory
Over those who bow to the lesser gods of the white light