this is the march of the beast
a hymn for those pulsing with this lustful disease
bearing the marrow
of thousand fattered nights
the powers of thornfleshed death
battlethirst and scarage wrath
feel its fiery
psychonauts of the darkzone we are
a whorehorde born of a fatal formula
crippled and crowned we strike the
with crystalstrings razorsharp
the hunt is on !
flee ere the bloodwork's done !
guarded by dustdreams and
down, down, down...
to fornicate with this twilightcharade
cofered upon us, chaossons, crystalblade's prey
of flesh, filth and sulphurrain
amidst the orphaned seed of suns in twain
from now to never we hail
ravenhordes and requiem
eureka ! i am pain i am !