Killing Fields - Slugdge

Disgusting slaves procreate

Outnumber masters 10 to 1

Spreading like the caustic flame

Wandering plague, dissent among the wavering

Humans, on the distant horizon lies their fate

Devouring whole plantations, pillaged;

stranglehold

War of attrition for eternity

Deplete their means to exact this wanton greed

But the slimebrothers saw not their doom

War begins, a maelstrom of suffering

Blood congeals in translucent slime

Under the beating sun, the fallen desiccate as one

In death these ancient foes unite

Invertalords call upon such vile forms

As arachnids that creep across the redskyrock

Centipedes from the teeming forests bleed

Out from the barrows into fields of salt

Descend the flying fiends

Vassals of Greatfather’s power

Marshalled as one, to drive man out

The battle rages on in vain

Unwinnable stalemate

Speaking barbaric tongues to their cohorts on the flanks

Morale is broken in our ranks

The humans spring their final trap

Their victory close at hand.

Failure, defeat, what seemed like victory

Locked beneath in frost we sleep

We won’t sleep forever, we shall rise again

Cloudbreak on the killing fields

The light returns as dark receeds

The dead ascend and slugs decay

The dawn of mankinds finest day