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Scented with sin and sweet corruption, enslaved since the time of creation
Scented with sin and sweet corruption, pierced and mangled by blackened iron Twin, nameless soldiers of the ancient race
Awaiting their hour, scented with sin and sweet corruption
Revolting gainst the legions below, the clash of titans in mortal land, awaiting their hour
Scented with sin and sweet corruption, dark ruin and empty despair Thrice-dammed, they raised their swords as if to pierce the skies
they raised their swords as if to pierce the skies
The skies above grew black as night, through charnel clouds and mortar dust
they raised their swords as if to pierce the skies
Ignoring all others, through charnel clouds and mortar dust
revolting gainst the legions below
enslaved since the time of creation
ignoring all others
their weapons forged by daemon-hands
Awaiting their hour, revolting gainst the legions below, enslaved since the time of creation
twisted with pain from the wounds still bleeding
They raised their swords as if to pierce the skies, the carrion birds circled the skies Obscenity, the carrion birds circled the skies
The carrion birds circled the skies, scented with sin and sweet corruption, their weapons forged by daemon-hands
Scented with sin and sweet corruption, scented with sin and sweet corruption Thrice-dammed, awaiting their hour
scented with sin and sweet corruption
the carrion birds circled the skies
the skies above grew black as night
the skies above grew black as night
Twisted with pain from the wounds still bleeding, scented with sin and sweet corruption Legion, their weapons forged by daemon-hands
Corrupted by their blackened swords, scented with sin and sweet corruption Twin, thrice-damned and chosen to die
The carrion birds circled the skies, they raised their swords as if to pierce the skies
Enslaved since the time of creation, dark ruin and empty despair
Ignoring all others, the carrion birds circled the skies
Through charnel clouds and mortar dust, revolting gainst the legions below
Ignoring all others, dark ruin and empty despair
the clash of titans in mortal land
Revolting gainst the legions below, thrice-damned and chosen to die
scented with sin and sweet corruption
Through charnel clouds and mortar dust, revolting gainst the legions below
Their weapons forged by daemon-hands, the carrion birds circled the skies
Through charnel clouds and mortar dust, revolting gainst the legions below, enslaved since the time of creation
Nameless soldiers of the ancient race, thrice-damned and chosen to die, the clash of titans in mortal land
Ignoring all others, dark ruin and empty despair