| One by one they’re dragged into its lair
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| Each person is prepared prior to their pupation
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| The Brood Matron ensures that each thrall is Injected then wrapped and ready to
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| hatch
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| Memories wiped and directive branded
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| Repurposed flesh eats what’s left of the final survivors of mankind
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| Daemon
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| Base creature of the night
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| Shy from the light
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| Alas sanctity is denied
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| We hid we bided our time
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| Mapping out this world of ours that you had come to love
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| But your home was never your own
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| Now you have become prey
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| Hoards March under gilded throne
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| Through twisted catacombs, carved so long ago the memory of them is gone
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| My spawn has risen to new heights beyond your own, aided by ritualistic
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| sacrifice
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| Arbitrate the death of a species
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| Now, the sons of man will birth their own annihilation
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| Impregnated skulls warp so eyes explode
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| Brain matter metabolises to assist the hyper accelerated growth of my soldiers
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| Hive mind of sorts but consensus contorts
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| Evil spreads as far as the eye can see
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| Hellspawn reign
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| Polymerise all sentience into a singularity
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| Repurposed
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| A mere thrall, a mere slave now report
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| What have you learnt?
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| What have you found?
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| An intelligence and essence of myself
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| Your putrid species, for this purpose I have bound
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| The barbed cock of my warrior protruding from a delicate skull
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| See this world drown in bone
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| My home, my tomb, my throne
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| A viler being, there has never been
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| Eve devours her mate, then her offspring
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| Where will you hide when the sanguine tide swallows the land?
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| With whom will you confide? |