Vile Genesis

There is but one last bastion of man To be seized Surrender or bleed What began as a covert campaign Ends with soil Soaked with crimson Rain from the slain Their deaths were in vain Their bane, my disdain Infiltration Ruination, deprivation Outright annexation Lost and graceless A battle rages Between two tribes of man The primitive untethered and those that heed my command Profane souls I’ve preordained Shall be one with oblivion Ultimatum proclamation I exclaim Servitude or death, now choose your course That which has not been given will be taken by force Their kingdom could be quelled from afar But my eternal legions must be forged Culled through visceral bowels of war The first of many onslaughts the worthy will endure (Solo M. Pugh) Profane souls I’ve preordained Shall be one with oblivion Ultimatum proclamation Servitude or death, now choose your course That which has not been given will be taken by force The path they chose was that of their damnation Sever them from life These mortals will know strife And they pray for death serene They cannot escape From the clutches their fate Axiom of my regime A connoisseur of corpses I’ve inspected, collected those that have perished But they will not rest While we conquest For not even - The dead have seen The end of war By my blood they are reborn Forlorn to scorn Hybridized bastardized That which they once Held sacred and sanctified Forsaken their minds taken Man proves to be the greatest weapon against humanity My sleepwalkers leave no soul Eradicate them all Overwhelmed, outnumbered, outmatched The primitive are dispatched Cascaded by our ceaseless assault The rebellion is brought to a halt Now their stronghold is laid to rest by noctambulists And the ranks of the dead As their forces diminish our undying horde flourishes Into a myriad of the abhorrent (Solo M. Low) These failures of flesh Pretenders to the throne will Bow before their king Void of volition Enslaved by their own Hunger for evolution By tainted blood resurrection Doomed to coalesce In this quest for vengeance A vile genesis Plagues Cascade Sewing terminus Grimly foreshadowing What shall befall Worlds one and all Insurrection uncontested By the legions I have built have manifested Through an infection Of royal blood bestowed upon their fallen My sleepwalkers engulf the earth While my bloodline has given birth To a vile genesis