Sepulcher Legionnaires

Thanatotic designs upon the blacksmith’s altar

Enhanced implements of annihilation; fallen infantry equipped for war

Behold: the Sepulcher Legionnaires! The frontline corps; the vile vanguard

Baneful eyes gleam in the darkness to hunt the living, mortal dissidents

Regiments crawl forth from the crypts to be recruited from near and far

Rituals of strength and binding cast upon their armaments

(Chorus):

No mercy, no rest for superior soldiers

Desolation follows where they tread

Dispatched to march against the world

These are the tactics of the dead

Necromantic refineries produce the weaponry

Golems work the ebony ingots to carry out the killing decree

Tremble before the Legionnaires – compelled to ravage and slay

Cannons fire upon the walls of the weak, dismal nations

To ensure their allegiance, they must perish and be made to obey

Through military might, the foundation is set for advanced creations

(repeat chorus)