Dead of night
Slow burn
Armed we wait
For the tide to turn
Dawn breaks
The siege is lifted
The gates will fall
No quarter shall be given
No prisoners
Only war
Black hounds run down the survivors

Their masters call
Violence resplendent
There is no law
Only war
Fell hammers crush our foes
The howling of dying men
Execution's prose
Armed we wait
Dead of night
The gates will fall
Siegebreaker