Phalanx of Chaos

Enveloped in a cloud of dust
Comes marching a horde of insane
Probing further, nostrils quiver for stench of fear
Sharpen blades; reinforce the steel
Annihilate the empire of the weak!

We will not fear! Fight this wave to our dying breath
The Phalanx of Chaos! Prepare! Prepare!

Death demeaning, deafening cries of men
Make the agony harder to bear
Fearing no one! Spears harvest the spoils of the day

Boldly we'll fight
Adversity will not dictate our plight!

None should be spared, no one goes alive from here!
The order states, nothing should be left in place
Pulverize it all to dust!