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