Plague
From the ground to surface world,
Like monsters under your beds.
Nightmares, stories manifest,
Filling all our foes with dread.
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From your cities to your hamlets,
From your roads into your fields.
Fighting for our own survival,
Know that we shall never yield.
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From axe to beast, to claw to drone,
From firearms to our very swords.
Know that we shall never stop,
Know we are the Locust Horde.
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With sound of thunder from the sky,
Rain from below, not from above.
We will not stop till we have triumphed,
Till our foes are swept in flood.
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Cleanse the world of surface maggots,
Give it to those who dwell inside.
Make them pay for all their crimes,
Punish them for foolish pride.
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We see their response, high above,
Light like we have never seen.
Destroying what they cannot have,
Destroying every speck of green.
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But we shall not cease our fight,
We will always bear our swords.
Know that we shall never stop,
For we are the Locust Horde.