Hear the beating of the requiem drums,
feel my desire entering your long lost souls,
rise up from your maggot-filled graves,
tread along the soil and line yourselves up.
Feel the strength of my endless hatred,
sense the dedication I have to wards your being,
free yourselves from your once captivating domes of mud,
awaken my pets; my army.
Hear the wind as it howls our glorious victory ahead,
feel the eternal pleasure of pain that will soon surround you,
hold your swords tightly and hold your heads high,
slay the spiteful humans that take up our precious space.
Feel the blood thirsty excitement as you wait for orders,
sense the darkness in my voice as I chant your destiny,
take in every aspect of what you smell, hear and feel, right now,
awaken my pets; come to me for the revolution of time.
