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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

(Solo M. Pugh)

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

(Solo M. Low)

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