Perihelion - Night In Gales

Through thousand razor ages I carried the mark

Of yet another thousand tragedies

We are the chaos death warriors

Spat from damnation’s fever thorn dreams

The glorious plague is ours!

…fed by the war slut’s travesty

The mark that, in rapture and pain,

Once bejeweled the sky slave’s robe

A light shroud woven of embers and scars

Ever to burn, fever to bring…

Perihelion…

Slaughtered 'neath the horizon’s whore

We.We kill the stench of heaven.

We kill!!!