Ah upon desert rise, so be yore demise. Sultry sweltering torrent shall be yore death warrant. The dust to fall upon reddened floor, home of hell born from gore. Oh fly that flag, spear thy wyrm. oh strength to brag, so squirm beneath our gnashing teeth. Wage of War, Hell to Scorn. Borne of war we are, sworn to gore we are. Fight and ride, crackle and stride. Light of thunder, scorned asunder. We shall take, oh we shall break. Fly our flag high. Annihilation shall be nigh.