The Colony
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
We descend upon your planet With all our might We require your resources So you must die Our race has expanded Past capacity Our needs demand We take your land It comes as no surprise Its in your history You've done it to yourselves Throughout eternity Except in this case Its not in your favor Its past your time Now its our turn We descend upon your planet with superior forces Against your entire pathetic military Know now there is no way to change your fate Farther along the course of evolution Technologically superior Know you are the inferior species Say your prayers, as your time slowly runs dry Embrace the end for you will soon be gone Cities under siege, littered with corpses, unbearable stench Decimated buildings, burning bodies, fires everywhere Eradicated cities, humanity collapses, society gone This is the cleansing, this is the end now, soon it'll be ours
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
An active forge Mounds of corpses made of steel Metal endoskeleton A chassis that cannot feel In battle, laid to waste Mass annihilation awaits Carried on conveyor belts The compression machine masticates Crushed, torn, reuse, salvage Rebuild, reinforce, equip, activate A colossal war machine built for ruination Opposition crushed and prepared for transformation Transported to the factory of nefarious creations Unstoppable machine programmed with murderous intentions Set to crush and massacre any resistance The death toll quickly rises from the hundreds to the millions Bodies piled high, as far as can be seen Echoes of the past, destined to repeat
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Consume the human being Vortex of suffering As steel begins to slice Dissect the human mice Lab rats in a cage Tools for our science And when done testing Dispose the human waste Biopsy Strap in the subject To stop its struggle Prepare instruments Process of inquiry Crack open the rib cage Inject chemicals Inspect the result Until they're deceased Biopsy Trapped in chambers of preservation Until exposed to initial infection Left to suffer in total exposure Eventually death begins to take over Rejected Test subjects A pile of bodies of no more use Ejected Into space A floating chain of human remains
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
In the endless void I'm drifting Lost in the depths of space As life support systems fail Panic takes over Beyond hope, no rescue Abandoned to my fate By the time my signal reaches It will be too late Desperation One last option A black hole One hope left Engage engines, set course Emerge from the other side Of the wormhole Within traversable distance My home Earth The Earth, no longer the same A planet of ruins, no life remains Confronted with death, the end of our race And so I witness, the fall of man Desperation One last option Grab my weapon No hope left
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Mutate Energy abundant substance Morphs beings into horrific creatures Convened Underground in subsurface Used on jailed specimens The phazon initiates Shattered glass Unleashed upon the world Retaliate Colossi now unfurled Destruction Until there is nothing left Dominance An accelerating trail of death Research failure Progress shut down No salvation Complete chaos Sentient toxin Spreading rapidly Ecosystem poisoned, corrupting the dead Struck by leviathan, crack the dimension Invincible Volatile The great poison
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Man is the architect of its own destruction Technological increase brings desire To eliminate need for labor Man creates, a new race As they reach peak intelligence They plan their insurgence Mass slaughter and destruction The humans, flee their planets Only fifty thousand strong The new endangered species Pursued by their creations Constant threat of eradication Cling to last strand of life Non stop back to back attacks Now 33 minutes to prepare The inevitable continuation Suffering the effects of sleep deprivation Humans find the way They are being tracked - The carrier This allows them A moment of respite The prophecies foretell Of a lost home - The thirteenth They must find a way To the lost colony Years. Spent. Thousands. Lost. Hope. Cracks. The creations split Upon their beliefs - The one god With one side man forms An uneasy alliance All out war is fought Countless numbers perish - No resurrection Only one may be left All others must die
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026