Lyric Perihelion

through thousand razorages i carried the mark
of yet another thousand tragedies

we are the chaosdeath warriors
spat from damnation s feverthorndreams
the glorious plague is ours !
...fed by the warslut s travesty

the mark that, in rapture and pain,
once bejewelled the skyslave s robe
a lightshroud woven of embers and scars
ever to burn, fever to bring...

perihelion...
slaughtered neath the horizon s whore
we..we kill the stench of heaven..we kill...!!