March over mounts
Of incandescent fire
Riding the path of blood
...Pray down the scarlet skies
Corpses eaten by sand
Commandant of souls
Turning yellow to red
Mass immolation
No phenomena enlightens your path
Despaired they run
As blood it drive over the ground
Sinful prayer for your god
Smell of dead fills the air
...Fevers of desert, you wish to die
Force of death arise
Coming from beyond
Fire rains attack
...Bless unto your all
Horde of blizzards
Appears at night
Horrid claws
Are ready to attack
Vulture's raids tasting your blood
Shall never find salvation
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