Текст песни Perihelion - Night In Gales

Through thousand razorages i carried the mark
Of yet another thousand tragedies

We are the chaosdeath warriors
Spat from damnation's feverthorndreams
The glorious plague is ours!
...fed by the warslut's travesty

The mark that, in rapture and pain,
Once bejewelled the skyslave's robe
A lightshroud 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...!