through thousand razorages i carried the mark

of yet another thousand tragedies


we are the chaosdeath warriors

spat from damnation's feverthorndreams

the glorious plague is ours !

...fed by the warslut's travesty


the mark that, in rapture and pain,

once bejewelled the skyslave's robe

a lightshroud woven of embers and scars

ever to burn, fever to bring...


perihelion...

slaughtered 'neath the horizon's whore

we..we kill the stench of heaven..we kill...!!