They were born in a cesspit of a world Until they embraced the wyrm gods, To be born anew, servants of darkness
To live and die by the logic of the sword Their tribute to the dark, eradication of the weak
Only the strong shall survive And the strongest of the swarm shall rule, Those who worship the light will ultimately end up proven as fools
Travel the stars To Proliferate; the shadow Travel the stars Propagators of sorrow
[Guest: Ben Duerr]
Consuming the carrion of offspring, for there is eternal life within the larvae From their bodies they extract all weakness holding function over fragile flesh Crawling deep within a host, the ability to recreate as they see fit For where there's imperfection or injustice, they will succumb to the hive mind Within their hosts, an undefeatable mass Within their hosts, the darkness shall outlast all Never again shall the enemies of darkness seek to emerge against the unfathomable dominance of pure perfection A system enduring.
The Eye of the Swarm.
There lies a curse; In this empowering larvae They're consumed within, If it's host disobeys their purpose
Travel the stars They're bound to obey their nature Travel the stars They're bound by conjecture
Existence is the struggle to exist Terror falls on the lambs to the slaughter Only the species of war shall survive against; These crusaders of Death
War cry across the stars They watch the Suns, flicker in fear.
Darkness, to swallow all light, Remove the parasite (weak) The ones who feast but have no right, Darkness has come to swallow all.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
