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