Their voices echo in the wilderness.
They leave a trail of distraction along their path.
They own no pity, selfishness drives their thirst
We cry to the heavens at the grip of their hand.
They are unmoved by the tears of a toddler.
Their tongues are like the blades of Thor. Piercing through the hearts of man
Rightful heirs to the devils throne
They leave behind a common song in their path... Terror is common to those they befriend...