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...!!