Machines, preaching purgation and corruption
Endless dessication and decay
Grinding away at the core,
Wandering without form
Anguish in the distance, rumbling echoes
A storm unnatural, a hollow form
Put on trial in the wasteland,
Among the last of them, perish
All dies empty and cold, alone.
Lightning cracks at the scarred earth
Wrought with fissures and storms
Praise be to the forces
Our memory by the rot
Herald of steel
Never decimated by decay
Lightning cracks at the scarred earth
Wrought with fissures and storms
Masters with servants in chains
Dragged in the dirt
Boot on the neck
Victimless in annihilation
Heresy unbound