Stormgods Unbound - Angelcorpse

Fierce- steel eyed devils

For whom the sun never sets

Proud-Iron youth Of the noble cultures of the past

Striding- like greyhounds keen

Where glory beckons

Tough as burnished leather

And hard as Krupp’s steel

The standard raised we wait

Our comfort- in readiness

The stoicism of the elite

Prepared for the assault at dawn

Elegant- obdurate hearts

A Volk of purity and vigor

Wicked weapons and armed encampment

A phalanx of spears- of dispassion

Bristling- furor teutonics

A steed spurred ever onwards

Action and instinct befitting

In the shadow of the sword

The standard raised we wait

Our comfort- in readiness

The stoicism of the elite

Prepared for the assault at dawn

Death’s head empire

Stormgods unbound

The shores of space shall not define

Nor walls thrown up enclose our vault

And as if borne from distant stars

We rage against the bastion of

That which is still unshattered

Fierce- steel eyed devils

For whom the sun never sets

Proud-Iron youth Of the noble cultures of the past

Emblazoned- emboldened