Bitter butchery
Drawing down the moon
A sacrifice to the gods

To bring forth debauchery

They came in thousands

As an answer to the prayer
Doombringers to spew forth the filth


Massive tanks of flesh and bone
Cannons made from corpses
The legions of the damned

They sure bring some power

Channelled from the void

To spew and annihilate
Answering to none
Yet obeying death


Masters of controlling the flesh
Twisting the shapes into form

Pissing and spitting hell
Into the open wounds of humanity


Cold seed burning the world
Sickness spreading to cleanse it
Cold seed burning out

To eat this world