The eye of the swarm

They were born in a cesspit of a world
Until they embraced the wyrm gods
To be born anew, servants of darkness

To live and die by the logic of the sword
Their tribute to the dark, eradication of the weak

Only the strong shall survive
And the strongest of the swarm shall rule
Those who worship the light will ultimately end up proven as fools

Travel the stars
To proliferate the shadow
Travеl the stars
Propagators of sorrow

[Ben Duerr]
Consuming the carrion of offspring, for therе is eternal life within the larvae
From their bodies they extract all weakness holding function over fragile flesh
Crawling deep within a host, the ability to recreate as they see fit
For where there's imperfection or injustice, they will succumb to the hive mind
Within their hosts, an undefeatable mass
Within their hosts, the darkness shall outlast all
Never again shall the enemies of darkness seek to emerge against the unfathomable dominance of pure perfection
A system enduring
The eye of the swarm

There lies a curse; In this empowering larvae
They’re consumed within, If its host disobeys their purpose

Travel the stars
They’re bound to obey their nature
Travel the stars
They’re bound by conjecture

Existence is the struggle to exist
Terror falls on the lambs to the slaughter
Only the species of war shall survive against
These crusaders of death

War cry across the stars
They watch the Suns, flicker in fear

Darkness, to swallow all light
Remove the parasite
Weak
The ones who feast but have no right
Darkness has come to swallow all