Red fire burns in our blood
As the enemy draws near,
Building like a tidal wave
That washes away all fear.
The fire breaks upon us
And we rush to meet our foe,
Vision red with killing lust,
While the blood begins to flow.
Wounds received cause us no pain.
Our thirsty steel drinks its fill,
Until none stand against us,
No one left for us to kill.
As the hot fever subsides
And we brush off blood and dust,
We await our next battle
To revel in the blood lust!