Conquest of a dying culture

Along these once fresh and fertile fields
Did we spread like wildfire, a swarming hatred
Laying waste to all those who oppose our creed
Like armies marching, on in death's name.
A storm of ideals, unbridled power
False knowledge fashioned for our conquest
Destruction's minions, with one aim in mind

A free world for the taking.
Across these pure and sacred lands
Did we plant our seeds, of deception
Our blind faith and the fruits of our labor
Lie in a failing system.

Rape and slaughter those who won't accept this
We shall water our fields with all their blood
A raging harvest wrought with disapproval
The end result of our burning Eden.

This machine will drive on and on
Whether or not you are on board
Devastation is the only thing
That it produces.
The destiny of our culture.

All creation shall perish
The price of advancement
This device will not fail
Our vehicle for change.

A hunger fueled by lethal intentions
Running rampant through our minds
Thirsting for an absolute mastery
The time will soon come when all will think like us.

Nothing shall pass 'til man has reached his mark
No one shall rest 'til gods we all become.
Consume the fruit of the forbidden tree
This world belongs to us
None shall oppose us but must.