Zorakarer brethren of the oakthorn vale

A new age begins with the lust of man
Like our fathers before us
Blood shall spill upon my blade
Bronze swords glistening
We come in droves
The lands we seek to rule
In the name of thy lord
Burnt bodies, a ritual to appease the gods
Set forth this path
We ride by dawn, shields raised high
storming the gates
I embrace the stench of death
Venomous screams pierce the shadows
A new age begins with the lust of man
Like our fathers before us
Blood shall spill upon my blade
Empires fall giving way to our infernal slaughter
Laid to waste this desolate land
Once immortal now crumbles
Chaos abound my hunger for violence
Empyrean of bloodshed we wonder the halls
Feasting upon our triumphant carnage