Feed on the Fallen

We lurch over sprawling dead

Pain them not, but crush their heads

Front's no longer far

Explosions ceaseless are

You're going down

Following order

to bring disorder

once we have crossed the border

It has cost a thousand men

yet we form and strike again

We feed on the fallen

We **** out the weak

We prosper on the fallen

and the feebles we do seek

We practise proxy warfare

Rapidly the warriors decrease

Soon alone and living is a breeze

Following order

to bring disorder

It has cost a thousand men

yet we form and strike again

Blood is easily sold

for the price of solid gold

We've killed them all then

empowered by the fallen