[C'tan]
From the dark of space they come now
littering the soil with deadly spores
Planetary defenses fail to
stop this invasion of orks
Humid wet plains of this land
breeding ground for whats to come
Genetic memory of the green kind
to start building and amassing arms
[C'tan]
Dark days fall upon this place;
ecosystems in disarray
The killing begins again
Nothing ever changes, it's all the same
[Humans]
They kill our mothers
and decapitate our sons
What more to expect from savage beasts
with savage tongues?
They speak of domination,
yet they do not know
Science and reason will come to this planet
and take control
[C'tan]
Mobs turn into warbands
and quickly into tribes
Ork on ork violence crumbles and stops
Weapons made from schematics
tucked away in their heads.
A warboss emerges to lead them to death...
[Ork]
Die...
Faunic scum!
If the manifested beings do not kill you
you will succumb to death from inhalation.
Lungs, they decay.
As they grasp for their last oxygen intake.
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