An acrid sky eclipsed by our attack
A storm of hellfire under the black Sun
Our enemies are our prey, like lambs to wolves
When we draw our bows and light the flame

Piercing thine armour with arrows of fire

Shields splintered and armour punctured
By our blistering wave of raining death
Flames burn intensifying chaos and destruction
Mars propelling us with a divine firestorm assault

The smouldering wounded lay scattered and conquered
Their bloodied bodies pinned to the ground
Driving our swords in their charred and penetrated flesh
Making sure we witness their final gasping breath

And we march onwards, bringing flame and steel
To all those who oppose us, to all those who will not yield
Hoc Est Bellum
Superáre