Perihelion

Through thousand razor ages I carried the mark
Of yet another thousand tragedies
We are the chaos death warriors
Spat from damnation’s fever thorn dreams
The glorious plague is ours!
…fed by the war slut’s travesty
The mark that, in rapture and pain,
Once bejeweled the sky slave’s robe
A light shroud woven of embers and scars
Ever to burn, fever to bring…
Perihelion…
Slaughtered 'neath the horizon’s whore
We.We kill the stench of heaven. We kill!!!