Текст песни Empyrean Throne — Death March

Charge! From the trenches we strike
Charge! From the trenches we strike

Damned to this vile wasteland
Earth’s now a killing field
Haunting prayers sweep through the ranks
As soldiers scream in faceless cries
Mortar fire rains by the hour
Men slay their own with demonic strength
The unholy wrath of Death's Messiah
Will leave nothing left in his burning wake

Show no mercy for the weak
And break the enemies lines

Strike down the heavens
Black valor untamed
Crushed under a jackboot as will of Chaos reigns
Skies wreathed in fire
The Dark Crusade
Crushed under a jackboot as will of Chaos reigns

Cry Havoc
Cry Havoc, keep the wolves at bay
Cry Havoc
Cry Havoc, a war against the grain
Cry Havoc
Cry Havoc, keep the wolves at bay
Cry Havoc
Cry Havoc, a war against the grain

Orders of eradication
Campaign of extermination
Those left of us are bleeding out
Our battalion numbers are running thin.
Shrapnel's kiss marks our final stand
Our last baptism is sealed in flames
Should this find you "Call to arms!"
And prepare for the coming days

Strike down the heavens
Black valor untamed
Crushed under a jackboot as will of Chaos reigns
Skies wreathed in fire
The Dark Crusade
Crushed under a jackboot as will of Chaos reigns

Fix your bayonets! From the trenches we strike
Fix your bayonets! From the trenches we strike
Fix your bayonets! From the trenches we strike
Now fix your bayonets! From the trenches strike