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Broodlord
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They came thundering through the atmosphere without any sign of their existence.
One by one, our biggest citylines reduced to nothing but endless horizons.
Pillars of fire, mountains of broken bones, a planet now called a pale black dot.
Encounter to be mutilated, resist and be annihilated.
No more cries of dying men, only static noises.
No more words from living men, for they cannot remember how to speak.
Hiding is not an option.
We are in the open.
Like rabbits being hunted, our life is theirs to play.
Run away, run away, run away for your life.
Don’t look back, don’t look back, don’t look back in regret.
Humanity is no longer the conquerer.
Lords have finally showed themselves.
Don’t ask, don’t tell about the punishment.
Don’t ask, don’t tell about the atonement.
Pillars of fire, mountains of broken bones, a planet now called a pale black dot.
Encounter to be mutilated, resist and be annihilated.
No more cries of dying men, only static noises.
No more words from living men, for they cannot remember how to speak.
We are the disease.
This is how we end.
I cannot see anything.
I don’t know who I am.
I cannot hear anything.
Why the hell am I here?
I cannot feel my limbs.
What’s behind me?
I cannot breathe, need air.
Please, no, no, stop.
Yeah.
This is how we were all meant to be.
Praise our lords for bringing heaven on this forsaken land.
Destroy and rebuild until cleansed.
Sacrifice us for we have sinned.
Sacrifice us for we have sinned.
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Broodlord (Instrumental)
03:10
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