Horrific crimes and terror
Waft across the land
A grinding metal maelstrom
To kill at their command

Snapping your neck in the link of an eye
No chance in running, they gonna get ya
You're put to death by the
Murderous militia

The city's streets are haunted
By the sound of iron chains
Scattered corpses rotting
Rats feast on remains

Above barren tombs a thunder thrives
A thousand blades reap through the skies
No silver lining breaks freezing chills
From spheres up high the

Vulture kills!