From the putrid sky falls a burning husk, Pilfered and corrupted by the imminent tide, Heralding the arrival of an ancient foe, We will draw first blood,
Blood on my blade, Slakes my thirst, Jolts me awake and sharpens my mind, No mistakes, none left alive We will draw first blood
Hunting down the beasts through the halls of the barge, Swords through flesh and shells through bone
Knights to the field, Claiming a victory for the hive, Inspiration in the slaughter, Motivation in the letting of the blood, That now soaks the sand and flows down the troughs of our blades
Blades strike true in the name of a God Bringing holy death down on the enemy Hundreds fall before the battle begins We will draw first blood
Hunting down the beasts through the halls of the barge, Swords through flesh and shells through bone
Knights to the field, Claiming a victory for the hive, Inspiration in the slaughter, Motivation in the letting of the blood, That now soaks the sand and flows down the troughs of our blades
Staring into the eyes of the beast, An ocean of pain stares back, Gripped by a dark satisfaction, Fueled by its agony, Walk away and let it die, As it if ever liver, We will draw first fucking blood
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