At dawn we strike
Rend mail and flesh
Stack the slain
Climb the gate
Burn the altar down

And the acolytes
Watch their gods
Refuse their cries
Eyes of fear
Holding trembling swords

The smoke reveals
The gathered gods
Uncanny shapes
Above the ashes

The smoke reveals
The gathered gods
Their favor won
By slavish pawns

A city turned pyre
By ravening iron
Thousands of swords
No one can take them from me

Protected by fire
The armor of ire
Thousands of swords
No one can take them from me

In the dim fire light
Betrays their numbers
Brands aflame
The din of song
They revel before war

And the sacrifice
From the gain of empire
Scream in pain
Eyes of fear
Bound upon the stave

The smoke reveals
The gathered gods
Uncanny shapes
Above the ashes

The smoke reveals
The gathered gods
Their favor won
By slavish pawns

A city turned pyre
By ravening iron
Thousands of swords
No one can take them from me

Protected by fire
The armor of ire
Thousands of swords
No one can take them from me