"The horizon bled amber and rust. Across the shattered plains, the blades of burning ochre were drawn... and silence drowned in steel." The vanguard marches through the haze Beneath an ochre-tinted blaze! Golden armor stained with mud Holy banners steeped in blood! Shield to shield, the lines collide Nowhere left for fear to hide! Sharpened talons! Severed bone! Tear the seraph from his throne! Hold the line! Crush the horde! Bleed upon the ochre sword! Blades of burning ochre swing through the dark! Every strike leaves an immortal mark! No redemption in the clash of divine! Tearing flesh on the border line! Legions crumble, crowns decay! The god of war claims his prey! Wings of iron ripped apart A smoking blade right through the heart! You brought your dogma, brought your light Now feed the furnace of the night! Crawl on ashes, beg for grace There is no mercy in this place! Blades of burning ochre swing through the dark! Every strike leaves an immortal mark! No redemption in the clash of divine! Tearing flesh on the border line! Legions crumble, crowns decay! The god of war claims his prey! "The plain is quiet now. Only the ochre steel remains."
