Miscreant entities gather at the wake of home, Their minds are converging for dissimulation, We rest on a mine of infinite resource, Blinded by a veil of safety while they exhume our possessions,
Our planet will be sucked dry, Our bodies cascading to open trenches, They come with one thing on their mind, And they sing to us as we are obliterated,
Open your eyes, Lest they be extorted through your face, For your will belongs to them upon hearing their call,
Urrrrrrrrrr
Fleeting, they swarm the lands we thought were secure, Dividing limbs among the bodies they encounter, And after they’ve extracted all that we have left, Their voices again ring throughout our now exploding heads,