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
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
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