At dawn we strike Rend mail and flesh Stack the slain Climb the gate Burn the altar down And the acolytes Watch their gods Refuse their cries Eyes of fear Holding trembling swords The smoke reveals The gathered gods Uncanny shapes Above the ashes The smoke reveals The gathered gods Their favor won By slavish pawns A city turned pyre By ravening iron Thousands of swords No one can take them from me Protected by fire The armor of ire Thousands of swords No one can take them from me In the dim fire light Betrays their numbers Brands aflame The din of song They revel before war And the sacrifice From the gain of empire Scream in pain Eyes of fear Bound upon the stave The smoke reveals The gathered gods Uncanny shapes Above the ashes The smoke reveals The gathered gods Their favor won By slavish pawns A city turned pyre By ravening iron Thousands of swords No one can take them from me Protected by fire The armor of ire Thousands of swords No one can take them from me