Hit the ground running, weirding is our way
Stabbing into the scales of the ancient
work two stakes in the back, for gaining control
Black armoured,
lightning from the jaw we are reclaiming our home, a wake in the sand
We rise from the dunes, armadas sinking in the storm seeking the tomb,
Kill with our voices,
ready and waiting a ghost from the past we rise from the dunes
Armadas sinking in the storm seeking
the tomb stealthy we tread under the moon
Armadas sinking in the storm seeking the tomb kill with our voices
Ready and waiting to ride.