We lurch over sprawling dead

Pain them not, but crush their heads



Front's no longer far

Explosions ceaseless are



You're going down



Following order

to bring disorder

once we have crossed the border



It has cost a thousand men

yet we form and strike again



We feed on the fallen

We weed out the weak

We prosper on the fallen

and the feebles we do seek



We practise proxy warfare



Rapidly the warriors decrease

Soon alone and living is a breeze



Following order

to bring disorder



It has cost a thousand men

yet we form and strike again

Blood is easily sold

for the price of solid gold



We've killed them all then

empowered by the fallen