From the heart of exile From this age of dispossession We shall shatter worlds We shall overturn empires All across these fields I foresee Our killers rise Your corpses fall Kill Kill Kill Kill. Killkorps. You who dare to dream Cower before dreams We're your salvation We're your death My eyes are darkness My heart is light We are the means To end your suffering There are corpses There are killers All across these fields I see Corpses made by you and me.