There is but one last bastion of man
To be seized
Surrender or bleed
What began as a covert campaign
Ends with soil
Soaked with crimson
Rain from the slain
Their deaths were in vain
Their bane, my disdain

Infiltration
Ruination, deprivation
Outright annexation

Lost and graceless
A battle rages
Between two tribes of man
The primitive untethered and those that heed my command

Profane souls I’ve preordained
Shall be one with oblivion
Ultimatum proclamation I exclaim
Servitude or death now choose your course
That which has not been given will be taken by force

Their kingdom could be quelled from afar
But my eternal legions must be forged
Culled through visceral bowels of war
The first of many onslaughts the worthy will endure
[Solo: M. Pugh]

Profane souls I’ve preordained
Shall be one with oblivion
Ultimatum proclamation
Servitude or death now choose your course
That which has not been given will be taken by force

The path they chose was that of their damnation

Sever them from life
These mortals will know strife
And they pray for death serene

They cannot escape
From the clutches their fate
Axiom of my regime

A connoisseur of corpses
I’ve inspected, collected those that have perished

But they will not rest
While we conquest
For not even, the dead have seen
The end of war
By my blood they are reborn
Forlorn to scorn
Hybridized bastardized
That which they once
Held sacred and sanctified
Forsaken their minds taken
Man proves to be the greatest weapon against humanity

My sleepwalkers leave no soul
Eradicate them all

Overwhelmed outnumbered outmatched the primitive are dispatched
Cascaded by our ceaseless assault the rebellion is brought to a halt

Now their stronghold is laid to rest by noctambulists and the ranks of the dead
As their forces diminish our undying horde flourishes
Into a myriad of the abhorrent

[Solo: M. Low]

These failures of flesh
Pretenders to the throne will
Bow before their king
Void of volition
Enslaved by their own
Hunger for evolution
By tainted blood
Resurrection
Doomed to coalesce
In this quest for vengeance
A vile genesis
Plagues Cascade
Sewing terminus
Grimly foreshadowing
What shall befall
Worlds one and all
Insurrection uncontested
By the legions I have built have manifested
Through an infection
Of royal blood bestowed upon their fallen

My sleepwalkers engulf the earth
While my bloodline has given birth
To a vile genesis