Called home to die on planet pyre
Away from kin
The only brotherhood I've known
Is the hand of skeletal ferryman
My life is measured in the the mounds of skulls
Of those who dared to defy
Now I prepare to conquer once again
In death I'll be alive
There is no honor in a hollow existence
Of stagnance and degradation
I return and accept this fate
And my praises will be sung for generations
These men whose pasts were drenched in blood
Now exist as living ghosts
They decay without pride
