From whence the cursed womb of insidious nature; Poured forth the blessings of this emanation. This fallen harbinger has descended; To spread the gloom of divine intention; Oh war-bringer we have been summoned; To topple your regime trampled under hoof. Lo the Thunder Swarm rides. Sent to endure and rebuild born from the eye of the storm; Marauders we are riders for the swarm. Steal the reins from encroaching doom; Steady this cavalcade on the narrow path; Stand fast and march on to claim victory; This war is over before it has begun. Our numbers will swell and give birth to an immense flock; And so will we become collectors of your bones; Dealers of your flesh another notch in this belt; As sickle to field our merits will finally be amassed. Our legion shall crash upon your treacherous rampart; Like hammer upon stone, like ax into bone. Our toils will always produce more while; Your sweat falls to the mud; Our tongues will always cut deeper while; Our pain flows through your blood; For as your sun sets, mine is now rising. Thus we remain forever, more. This covenant has been fulfilled and so shall we rest; The sullen evening stars now beckon us home. Torch this city in remembrance; Scatter the ashes of the dead ways; May they take root and fester; We'll all bathe in the glow of the rebirth.