| Disgusting slaves procreate
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| Outnumber masters 10 to 1
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| Spreading like the caustic flame
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| Wandering plague, dissent among the wavering
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| Humans, on the distant horizon lies their fate
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| Devouring whole plantations, pillaged; |
| stranglehold
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| War of attrition for eternity
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| Deplete their means to exact this wanton greed
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| But the slimebrothers saw not their doom
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| War begins, a maelstrom of suffering
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| Blood congeals in translucent slime
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| Under the beating sun, the fallen desiccate as one
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| In death these ancient foes unite
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| Invertalords call upon such vile forms
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| As arachnids that creep across the redskyrock
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| Centipedes from the teeming forests bleed
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| Out from the barrows into fields of salt
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| Descend the flying fiends
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| Vassals of Greatfather’s power
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| Marshalled as one, to drive man out
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| The battle rages on in vain
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| Unwinnable stalemate
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| Speaking barbaric tongues to their cohorts on the flanks
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| Morale is broken in our ranks
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| The humans spring their final trap
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| Their victory close at hand.
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| Failure, defeat, what seemed like victory
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| Locked beneath in frost we sleep
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| We won’t sleep forever, we shall rise again
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| Cloudbreak on the killing fields
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| The light returns as dark receeds
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| The dead ascend and slugs decay
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| The dawn of mankinds finest day |