歌词
Unbroken
The blades of dusk
Bringing death, disease and decay
Destruction
Purge the unworthy
For they will be remade
Pale Kings
Sow the stars
With grandfather's loving gifts
Rejoice
The seven tenets of
Rot and ruin we splay
Amid the smog all will fall
Beneath the pox lord's gaze
And from the skies the swarm descends
Bringing blight's embrace
We are legion
We are ruin
The heralds of his taint
His will be made manifest
In the miasma of this age
Death Lords
Sharpen your scythes
In the crucible of War
Silence
Cleanse the false
Belay his scions grip
Harbinger
Breathe new life
Under the shroud of his design
Rebirth
Harvest the stars
Reap the gifts of plague
Amid the smog all will fall
Beneath the pox lord's gaze
And from the skies the swarm descends
Bringing blight's embrace
We are legion
We are ruin
The heralds of his taint
His will be made manifest
In the miasma of this age
Hear the bells
The drone of Flies
Discordance enthrals
The mark of bane bestowed on all
Those who shamble and heed to his call
Amid the smog all will fall
Beneath the pox lord's gaze
And from the skies the swarm descends
Bringing blight's embrace
We are legion
We are ruin
The heralds of his taint
His will be made manifest
In the miasma of this age