Killing Fields

Disgusting slaves procreate
Outnumber masters 10 to 1
Spreading like the caustic flame
Wandering plague, dissent among the wavering
Humans, on the distant horizon lies their fate
Devouring whole plantations, pillaged; stranglehold
War of attrition for eternity
Deplete their means to exact this wanton greed
But the slime brothers saw not their doom
War begins, a maelstrom of suffering
Blood congeals in translucent slime
Under the beating sun, the fallen desiccate as one
In death these ancient foes unite
Invertalords call upon such vile forms
As arachnids that creep across the red sky rock
Centipedes from the teeming forests bleed
Out from the barrows into fields of salt
Descend the flying fiends,
Vassals of Greatfather’s power
Marshalled as one, to drive man out
The battle rages on in vain
Unwinnable stalemate
Speaking barbaric tongues to their cohorts on the flanks
Morale is broken in our ranks
The humans spring their final trap
Their victory close at hand..
Failure, defeat, what seemed like victory
Locked beneath in frost we sleep
We won't sleep forever, we shall rise again
Cloud break on the killing fields
The light returns as dark recedes
The dead ascend and slugs decay
The dawn of mankind's finest day