The setting moon brings forth our end
The cost of our acuity rips us limb from limb
Behemoth, wretched and vile
Parasitic instrument, this world you shall defile
Evacuation's futile as these demon forces expand
Swarming us in thousands, draining all life
Death approaches and extends his hand
Survival from these paratrophic war machines we stand
Technology was once our pride and joy
But now we suffer, for the gates of hell we stand before
Destined to die by armored titans built for peace
Now so misguided, our consequence for always wanting more
The fires from the beasts gleam on the horizon
Parasites draining essence from below
Scarabs swarming, running frantic are the damned
No sign of god to save this wretched land from eternal damnation
The Faro Plague
As one we stand against the plague
United forces stand before blasphemous creation
The setting moon brings forth our end
The cost of our acuity rips us limb from limb
Evacuation's futile as these demon forces expand
For survival from these paratrophic war machines we stand
Evacuation's futile as these demon forces expand
Swarming us in thousands, draining all life
Death approaches and extends his hand
Survival from these paratrophic war machines we stand