Darkzone Anthem

This is the march of the beast
Headhunter's feast
A hymn for those pulsing with this lustful disease
Bearing the marrow of thousand fattered nights
The powers of thorn fleshed death
Battle thirst and scar age wrath
Feel its fiery breath...
Psychonauts of the darkzone we are
A whore horde born of a fatal formula
Crippled and crowned we strike the harp
With crystal strings razor-sharp
The hunt is on!
Flee ere the bloodwork's done !
Guarded by dust dreams and evenfall
Down, down, down...
To fornicate with this twilight charade
Coffered upon us, chaos sons, crystal blade’s prey
Snared by pain domain escapades
Of flesh, filth and sulphur rain
Amidst the orphaned seed of suns in twain
From now to never we hail raven hordes and requiem
Eureka ! I am pain I am !