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A sickening twitching of the oculus

As the dark fosters obscurity

Left are outlines of their ominous gaze

Shadows take shape

Conjuring blight in the minds of us all – purge

Gloom will be smothered

Be replaced by blood

As we rip and tear and shred our foe

They're reduced to dust

Make way – for madness charges past

Enraged, by what it's seen

Brothers – dead at our feet

Fury, now unleashed

Blood is flowing

Eyes are glowing

Mind is focused

Slay the locust

Put an end to this incursion

Trespassers die by arson

Laceration of the viscera

As the saw plows through our enemy

Seething, breathing, bleeding, cleaving

Ripped apart – by our hands

They shall not walk this earth.

Make way – for madness charges on

Changed, by gruesome deeds

Fear - a thing of the past

We march into the fields