Paroles de Perihelion

through thousand razorages i carried the mark of yet another thousand tragedies we are the chaosdeath warriors spat from damnation's feverthorndreams the glorious plague is ours ! ...fed by the warslut's travesty the mark that, in rapture and pain, once bejewelled the skyslave's robe a lightshroud woven of embers and scars ever to burn, fever to bring... perihelion... slaughtered 'neath the horizon's whore we..we kill the stench of heaven..we kill...!!