Ground is trembling, severe stench engulfs
Fear possesses the weak being you are
With convulsive tremble of darkness
Our legions move, we are the horde
We come from the absence of light!
Squalor poisons the ground we walk
Diminishing who pray the falseness of the God
I am horde! We are horde! Yes, we are!
Intense fear, the trail you leave
Leads to vulgar death
We erupt the feast of the blackest path
Our touch alone, sets in soul bleed