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 thorn fleshed death Battle thirst and scar age wrath Feel its fiery breath... Psychonauts of the darkzone we are A whore horde born of a fatal formula Crippled and crowned we strike the harp With crystal strings razor-sharp The hunt is on! Flee ere the bloodwork's done ! Guarded by dust dreams and evenfall Down, down, down... To fornicate with this twilight charade Coffered upon us, chaos sons, crystal blade’s prey Snared by pain domain escapades Of flesh, filth and sulphur rain Amidst the orphaned seed of suns in twain From now to never we hail raven hordes and requiem Eureka ! I am pain I am !