Patterns Of Force Iii. Aftermath Lyrics

Upon the horizon shows
Plumes of the residue
Of a bloodbath
The horror of the death toll grows
Pure impotency of the opposition
Falling to the enemy
Inviting their defeat to ease the anxiety
Soldiers valiantly defend the impossible
Waiting for the kill shot to achieve the inevitable
Such unreal weapons
That appear improbable
No hope of surviving
Victorious
A nameless corpse
Discarded as human flotsam
Victor rejoices in celebration
Revel at the images of the foe's devastation Propaganda appears to vilify
Mankind
The infidel
Mankind is the infidel
New world shall rise
New world
Shall thrive in the aftermath
Invading forces assess their holocaust
Lesser beings
Slave forever
Destined to serve
Weak ones
Those who die in allegiance
To the god that never comes
Waiting for the god
That never
Comes
The discovery lead to their existence
Plague agenda decimate the power of the enemy
New perfect world shall rise in the aftermath

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