Defleshed Feed On The Fallen
We lurch over sprawling dead
Pain them not, but crush their heads
Front's no longer far
Explosions ceaseless are
You're going down
Following order
to bring disorder
once we have crossed the border
It has cost a thousand men
yet we form and strike again
We feed on the fallen
We weed out the weak
We prosper on the fallen
and the feebles we do seek
We practise proxy warfare
Rapidly the warriors decrease
Soon alone and living is a breeze
Following order
to bring disorder
It has cost a thousand men
yet we form and strike again
Blood is easily sold
for the price of solid gold
We've killed them all then
empowered by the fallen
