The Chapter For Transforming Into A Slug - Slugdge

Cast down into the dirt, to live amongst worms in the dark bowels of the earth

Once respected now hated, imprisoned with blasphemous heathens and traitors

Kept silent in cold isolation, rage seething vortex of acerbic vexation

Agglomeration of seditious usurpers are primed in the furnace of anarchic fervor

The black horde will come to stamp out the embers of the dying sun

Beseige their Babylon;

entombed within their own creation

And as the ceiling caves, their fallen cradle turns into a grave

Behind their crumbling walls they bend like wheat in a storm

Commanded;

Recite, he journies to Slish in the cold dead of the night

With the rest of his kind, in morbid procession on torrents of slime

Vile lord of repulsion unfurls revealing the boils ripe with pus for his churls

Thereupon his foul humours they feed, sometimes the world must be cleansed with

disease

Willing to lay waste, they’re fueled with the fury of malignant faith

Where death is no disgrace, it’s all or nothing in their crusade

Rebuild a Kingdom gone, a garden for the chosen ones

Upon the fertile mud the earth runs red with blood

Oppressed becoming tyrant

Replace order with violence

Through senseless intervention

Disrupted ecosystem

Corrupted, all for nothing, the beauty has been stolen, just emptiness and

loathing

Ambition choking reason, the power I amass can’t fill the void that’s left

Fallen from grace, lost in greed, the knowledge he sought is a curse to concieve

Twisted, malformed, alone in the dark, when faced with the truth of what we are

The black horde will come to stamp out the embers of the dying sun

Beseige their Babylon;

entombed within their own creation

And as the ceiling caves, their fallen cradle turns into a grave

Behind their crumbling walls they bend like wheat in a storm

Oppressed becoming tyrant

Replace order with violence

Through senseless intervention

Disrupted ecosystem

Corrupted, all for nothing, the beauty has been stolen, just emptiness and

loathing

Ambition choking reason, the power I amass can’t fill the void that’s left