Dyscarnate Yielding The Iron Fist
An unholy misdeed, performed by one of many
A recurring act which sees the same breed fall victim to its legacy
Devouring, consuming, infecting a utopia
Remorseless acts of pure repugnance
Forever scarring a once beautiful province, a nightmare to all who shall try and oppose
For its legions always appear too numerous
As this immortal war spreads forever more
Defiance seeming the only option as there is no cure for this persistent sickness
The overseers impede the righteous reaction
Encouraging total surrender by all, a castigation to a bitter entity
Apprehension results as minor distruption to their headlong rush of nihilism
Confined to an agreeable incarceration, to associate, mentor, recruit their kind
To strengthen the numbers, to formulate another efficient genocide
The overseers never offer assistance to the hostile onslaught, ending the righteous reaction
Defiance, aprehension, proven wrong
The only option left: an unholy misdeed, performed by you
An act which saw you fall victim to its legacy
Any who disagree with their iniquity shall be cast down with the enemy
