Under the constellations of ruin
Under the cruelest crescents to witness
They march with the pearly tearflow

following their path
Hollow troops of Yersinia pestis
Natures own misanthropic art

under the circle of the stars

The warprophet dreams

of triumphants of desolation
the dreamswarm of locusts
the armada of dragonflies


Natures gift
the sweet kiss

of the death elemental
Perfect design
for human demise

in the warprophet's dreams

"There they come:

the $$#ailants of tomorrow
In silent rows they ride
Wearing the emblems of sorrow

Despairs shadows falling
from their eyes
empty as their black hearts

Their armours hammered
from the fallen stars
This the bitter battalion

of retribution:"