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High above

The barren earth

Zeppelins

Rule the sky

Steam-fueled

War machines

Aerial

Dominance

Fighting

Off the hordes

Of corrupted

Wasteland minds

Cannons roar

Through the air

Bullets race

Through the wind

Above

Infested forests

The wasteland

Retaliates

Bombardments

From land and sky

Ripping

The swarm apart

As we

Near the city

Bullets rip

Through the hulls

Coasting from

The peaks of flight

Crashing down

To the spire

The winds

Set ablaze

The fleet

Coming down

Our war

Comes to Earth

From Terminal

Skies

Our wings

Have been cut

The skies

Taken away

The fight comes

To the ground

At the last

City of Man

Bullets ripping

Through their flesh

Blades cutting

Through our limbs

Violence

Escalating

As our birds

Fall from the sky

The winds

Set ablaze

The fleet

Coming down

Our war

Comes to Earth

From Terminal

Skies

The armadas

Of swarm

Torn from

Friendly skies

The last city of

Man

Becomes

The battleground

For truth

The wasteland

Pushes forward

Taking their dead

In stride

Birds alight

With wings of fire

Still falling

From the sky

The last

Bullets fired

The last

Cannons howl

A day of death

The swarm

Crushes the horde

The winds

Set ablaze

The fleet

Coming down

Our war

Comes to Earth

From Terminal

Skies