machines of the end
lining up to spew forth death
meat and bone now march
into a dawnless night
lining up to spew forth death
meat and bone now march
into a dawnless night
born only to die
porcreation of the sick
a spawn of sickened breed
to carry forth their putrid seed
onward to die
sacrifide your life
upon fields of carnal remains
the war continues
drenched in blood and sewage
the warriors crawl forth
onwards to die and burn
the warmachine churns
spitting forth the death
and the the disease they bring
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