Celestial blades

No light shine in our minds
No reason guide our hearts
But the fire that roars in our chest
And the burning blood in our veins

The hidden key of all life
The art of battle and constant strife
The wail of dying enemies
And the stench of a thousand deaths
Soon...

None of us left without prey
None of them disobeys our mighty name
Bones splinter beneath our feet
The scent of death once again is sweet