On and on shall old war go, Without respite, my blood will flow O'er your eyes 'til they cannot see The impossibility of victory. So full of hate were our eyes That none of us could see Our war would yield countless dead But never victory So let us cast arms aside And like discard our wrath Thou, in faith, will keep us safe Whilst we find the path. All who walk the blessed path will find salvation, even in death.
Out of darkness, these blades will light our way.
Glory and honor guide our ascension.
On the blood of our fathers, on the blood of our sons.
The true devotee honors our name with actions, not words.
Victory is secured not from the throne, but from the frontlines.
With this sacrament of blood we journey into the divine beyond.
Death is not the end of you, being forgotten is.