through thousand razorages i carried the mark
of yet another thousand tragedies
we are the chaosd**h warriors
spat from damnation's feverthorndreams
the glorious plague is ours !
...fed by the wars*ut's travesty
the mark that, in rapture and pain,
once bej**elled the skyslave's robe
a lightshroud woven of embers and scars
ever to burn, fever to bring...
perihelion...
slaughtered 'neath the horizon's who*e
we..we k** the stench of heaven..we k**...!!