Grave

Sinful nature in the holy garden of delight,
Spawn of purity and insanity,
Weakened followers searching since the dawn of time,
Slaves to the grind and the word of god.
Charge!
Fallen from the skies leader of the battlefront,
Charging forward with the blackest of souls,
Hatred in their eyes and hatred in their hearts,
Eagerly awaiting holy genocide.
Charge!