Pushing forward through the storm of suffering and death.
Dogs of war, sent to track all that might remain.
Bodyparts, rotting puss. We'll reap what has been sown.
Battlehardened warmachines doing all we know.
Annihilate the last of the brood.
Synchronized swimmers in a pool of blood.
Misery, all I see, bloated from my spree.
Swing the axe, clear a path, bodies are debris.
Rotting smell, living hell, the horror that I am.
Battlehardened warmachine doing all I know
Annihilate the last of the brood.
Synchronized swimmers in a pool of blood.

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