Darkzone Anthemn

this is the march of the beast

headhunter's feast

a hymn for those pulsing with this lustful disease

bearing the marrow of thousand fattered nights

the powers of thornfleshed death

battlethirst and scarage wrath

feel its fiery breath...

psychonauts of the darkzone we are

a whorehorde born of a fatal formula

crippled and crowned we strike the harp

with crystalstrings razorsharp

the hunt is on !

flee ere the bloodwork's done !

guarded by dustdreams and evenfall

down, down, down...

to fornicate with this twilightcharade

cofered upon us, chaossons, crystalblade's prey

snared by paindomain escapades

of flesh, filth and sulphurrain

amidst the orphaned seed of suns in twain

from now to never we hail ravenhordes and requiem

eureka ! i am pain i am !