Man Empire, from the deep wild we march,
We hath much anger and wrath,
With jagged claw and ragged tooth,
We come to take the life you have.
Your assemblage of might,
Means more flesh to devour.
Spear, sword and cursed bullet,
Life is measured in hours.
Unspeakable creatures, divine
With the cunning of elder gods,
And sorcery of fowl winds, we take
And offer blood, and bone, to gods.
Surrounded by chaos, fear,
Like night, of blackest shadow.
Fill our guts with yours,
And attack you again the morrow.
*Translated from a nearby herdstone.*