Tempters keys be mine to claim Trudging on, every limb now lame In iron, we are marching to die Silent pipes, no anthems peal Minds transfixed to our undying zeal In iron, we are marching to die So the trudge goes on Deafened by the clamour of the gods So the trudge goes on Now to face the hammer of the odds The blinding light strips us of will Reverence; for this we will kill In Iron, we are ardent to die Lifted is the hammer of the odds Deafend by the clamour of the gods Comprehend the reverberation of the words Revert! Revert! Revert! We are the lust of tyrants The chilling breeze in the bitter night Slayers of the queen of peace Lord of fire set us alight! We are the guiding light It burns it burns our eyes Blinded in noctambulist stride Lord of fire set us alight!