Killing Fields

Disgusting slaves procreate
Outnumber masters 10 to 1
Spreading like the caustic flame
Wandering plague, dissent among the wavering
humans, on the distant horizon lies their fate

Devouring whole plantations, pillaged; stranglehold
War of attrition for eternity
Deplete their means to exact this wanton greed
But the slimebrothers saw not their doom

War begins, a maelstrom of suffering
Blood congeals in translucent slime
Under the beating sun, the fallen desiccate as one
In death these ancient foes unite

Invertalords call upon such vile forms
as arachnids that creep across the redskyrock
Centipedes from the teeming forests bleed
out from the barrows into fields of salt

Descend the flying fiends,
Vassals of Greatfather's power
Marshalled as one, to drive man out

The battle rages on in vain
unwinnable stalemate

Speaking barbaric tongues to their cohorts on the flanks
Morale is broken in our ranks

The humans spring their final trap
their victory close at hand.

Failure, defeat, what seemed like victory
Locked beneath in frost we sleep

We won't sleep forever, we shall rise again

Cloudbreak on the killing fields
the light returns as dark receeds
The dead ascend and slugs decay
The dawn of mankinds finest day