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the spawn of dust, clay and stale spores

Raised by and for the self-serving wars

Landscape of violence, stone and blood

Will soon sink into silence, lifeless flood



you will no longer be stuck above the mud

the melody of collapsing tunnels, hear my cut

I pray the ground soaks up the poorly designed

I command the sand not to host your kind



The Plains of Helastyr

Manifestations of hostility

The Plains of Helastyr

The malignant possibility



There is no beauty in what you are

Hear my words, Drahmirs of red star

There is no beauty in what you are

You'll just be an entry in my grimoire



Oh Drahmirs, oh Drahmirs

not that much was expected

crawling in the muds of Helastyr

to breed, to kill, sadistic and septic

your crimson carnival of violence

I tame your savage passion

turn you into stone, remain in silence!



Final bloodbath! No future ration!