---

Stand fast at the forefront of legions

Fearing neither death nor pain

Unearthed from udun soils

With infernal hunger and rage

The lord of terror and dread

Leads the front line unto war

Mush and mire of rotten

'Neath the slain be trodden

Hewn bodies begotten

Of names and faces forgotten

Lifeless sons in arms of sires

Ravens pick the scraps of pyres

Blade in hand wielded with rage

Minds of war engulfed by fire

The great herald of woe

Pincer flanking unto war

Forward battalions

Resound the horns of war

Bring forth axe - spear and sword to bear

And fall upon them all

Wielding the wrath of abhorrence

Hearts aflame for blood and vengeance

Stand fast at the forefront of legions

Countless dead before us slain

Sound the drums of war and forward march

With death behind and battles before