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New found gold in a mortal flesh

Taste of precocial succulents

Devour devil’s doom

Metacognitions to strike a future forgotten

For there is no future told

Deaminated drones will is written

Mighty tides are crushing through

Evil floods send chambers of poison

Flaring pain death distilled in time

Municipal lies composite position

Gathering the final stow

Synergistic injected minds

Power fills the glutton's null

Eradication color brinks for extinction

Extinction

We’ve become

The pariahs

We’ve become

Masters of slaughter

Now we march forth

On the gates of hell (on the gates of hell)

Impaling the omega

Skull

We’ve become

The pariahs

We’ve become

Masters of slaughter

Galactic

Genocide

We are now

Children of men

Men with machines

Machines destiny to die

Destined to rise...