From the putrid sky falls a burning husk Pilfered and corrupted by the imminent tide Heralding the arrival of an ancient foe We will draw first blood Blood on my blade Slakes my thirst Jolts me awake and sharpens my mind No mistakes, none left alive We will draw first blood Hunting down the beasts through the halls of the barge Swords through flesh and shells through bone Knights to the field Claiming a victory for the hive Inspiration in the slaughter Motivation in the letting of the blood That now soaks the sand and flows down the troughs of our blades Blades strike true in the name of a God Bringing holy death down on the enemy Hundreds fall before the battle begins We will draw first blood Hunting down the beasts through the halls of the barge Swords through flesh and shells through bone Knights to the field Claiming a victory for the hive Inspiration in the slaughter Motivation in the letting of the blood That now soaks the sand and flows down the troughs of our blades Staring into the eyes of the beast An ocean of pain stares back Gripped by a dark satisfaction Fueled by its agony Walk away and let it die As it if ever liver We will draw first fucking blood Death to the heretic