| Intruders lost inside the nest
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| Cocoons will soon erupt
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| Incubator of nucleus
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| The last of the Crong will not last
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| Deep in the egg chamber covered in muck
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| The stench of the afterbirth burns
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| Fog fills this vault as they search for the queen
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| Proclaim death to all Crong
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| Die
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| Incubation process altered
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| As they begin to hatch
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| Offspring crawling out of their shell
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| Not enough rounds for them all
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| Deep in the egg chamber, covered in muck
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| The stench of the afterbirth burns
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| Fog fills this vault as they search for the queen
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| Proclaim death to all Crong
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| Die
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| Primitive weapons have no effect
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| All that’s left is his knife, lacerate features
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| Amputate legs, paralyzed body besieged
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| Sector by sector he murders the young
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| 87 less Crong
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| Final door opens at face with the queen
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| The battle has just begun
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| Deep in the egg chamber covered in muck
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| The stench of the afterbirth burns |