Mutated
Abaddon grinned as several Chaos Spawn shambled and lurched toward a squad of Imperil Guardsmen, "ha, I am a genius! Wouldn't you agree Sargent?" Abaddon asked a Chaos Spawn wearing a hat with the word 'Sargent' on it. The Spawn shifted and groaned, "thank you, Sargent. No it can't be...Chaos Spawn are to stupid to even speak let alone...sigh" Abaddon grumbled as he noticed the lead Spawn taping whatever equivalent of a foot Chaos Spawn has.
Chaos Spawn: Your hope dangles on a string
Like slow spinning redemption
Pulsing in and pulsing out
The Spawn ahead has cut your eye
And roped you in so mesmerizing
I'm so hypnotizing
I am nauseating
I am
Chaos Spawn: Mutated
I am twisted
I am wrong
You will rot
I swear you'll rot
Swear I know it would be like this all along
And I am flawed
But I am cleaving you so well
I am seeing in you now
The things you swore you never saw yourself
Chaos Spawn: So clear
Like the corpse on his throne
Cut to mirror my intention
Oversized and you're overwhelmed
By the Spawn that cut your eye
And rendered you so
Isolated so
Misdirected I am
Certain now that I am
Chaos Spawn: Mutated
I am twisted
I am wrong
You will rot
I swear you'll rot
Swear I know it would be like this all along
And I am flawed
But I am cleaving you so well
I am seeing in you now
The things you swore you never saw yourself
Chaos Spawn: So easily your flesh rips
Part it and feel my tentacle tips
Curs the moment for forever
Defense is paper thin
Just one touch and I'd be in
Too deep now to even scream
Against the Chaos
Chaos Spawn: So let your soul slip away
So let your soul slip away
So let your soul slip away
So let your soul slip against the Chaos
So let your soul slip away
So let your soul slip away
So let your soul slip away
So let your soul slip away
Chaos Spawn: Mutated
I am twisted
I am wrong
You will rot
I swear you'll rot
Swear I know it would be like this all along
And I am flawed
But I am cleaving you so well
I am seeing in you now
The things you swore you never saw yourself
Chaos Spawn: Your hope dangles on a string
Like slow spinning redemption
Abaddon scowled at the retreating Guardsmen; "I seem to remember saying 'no singing' did I not? You need to learn to keep a titer rain on your men Sargent!" Abaddon grumbled to the Chaos Spawn wearing the Sargent hat.
That's right, Abaddon has built an army of Chaos spawn in an attempt to ride himself of the singing but things didn't quite work out...oh well!
