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Masses, hungry masses in the wasteland below

Brought by the famine tide

Herding in from each corner of this wasted horizon

That chokes on the dust of their wake

They bring with them only scars and starvation

Brought about by the crimes for they now wish to atone

Exactly what has been foretold

Has arrived despite their ignorance

Gathered before them

In desperation

Redemption withheld

Built on the backs of lies embedded in time

Soon to be unveiled

Common and disgusting vermin

They disgrace us with their presence

We know we’re not the same

But long since we’ve been warned

These signs of rolling plague

Unknowingly harbored by peasants now they have arrived

We once gave them purpose, rose them up from the dirt

We had made them as a legion, loyal and unyielding

A holy oath soiled, spoiled, shatted and pissed upon

Their loyalty squandered, forgotten and forsaken

The ties that they have severed

Held this world together

This burden of guilt and corrosion has exhausted our will to go on

Wedged itself deep between us and the lies that beset us

(we know we’re not the same)

(we know we’re not the same)

A meticulously and maliciously woven veil

Our destiny shrinks in around us

Divided and stricken with rot and weak will

We ourselves have chosen

This dead ended path of shame

This path to exile

Scattered and bound to our fate

Pray that the will of the world is to end us now

Before we ask what is deserved

Willfully relinquishing our children’s future

Poisoning the soil of their hope

In believing this truth we’ve shaped from the lies