The mystic chains are broken His tethers finally severed Behold his shriveled corpus Stir on the iron throne As your soul fills his body You will come to be reborn as one with the swarm We are the Locust Horde!
Our lord regains his vigor Praised be his dark virulence We are his tools of ruin Weapons of man's destruction We are man's fears embodied We are the spawn of nightmares We bear his seed of madness Of plague and strife and bloodshed
War! There will be war!
War! Glory through countless battles Plague! Disease and rot will flourish Death! Slaughter the sons of Adam Fear! The onslaught of the swarm!
Last of reincarnates… Apollyon Your soul consumed by Abaddon Now disincarnate, your consciousness extended to the hive mind Giving life to the lord of death
War! Glory through countless battles Plague! Disease and rot will flourish Death! Slaughter the sons of Adam Fear! The onslaught of the swarm!
Last of reincarnates… Apollyon Your soul consumed by Abaddon Your consciousness absorbed by the horde Assimilated to become as one with the swarm We are the bringers of death!
Our lord regains his vigor Praised be his dark virulence We are his tools of ruin Weapons of man's destruction We are man's fears embodied We are the spawn of nightmares We bear his seed of madness Of plague and strife and bloodshed
The mystic chains are broken His tethers finally severed Behold his shriveled corpus Stir on the iron throne Restored by your life's essence Fear not your mortality As your soul fills his body You will come to be reborn as one with the swarm We are the Locust Horde!
Praised be the Devourer of Worlds Glory be to the bringers of death!
Devastate them! Annihilate them! Desecrate them! Glory to us! Devastate them! Annihilate them! Desecrate them! Send them all back to the void!
Behold his once mortified splendor Our lord is returned…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
