The Palace Of The Kantus

The drones swarm upon thee as my disciples are restored of life!
Boiling with anticipation to erase their coalition
“Revive me, free me”
Lambent form ruthless attrition
To kill them all is their ambition.

Thine healing tomes melodious, reviving those who pledge their service
Resuscitate, save me!
Boiling with anticipation to erase their coalition
“Perish hopeless ground-feeder”
Bludgeoning and severing, the horde are cleansing for their leader
“Arise, kill the humans!”
Boiling with anticipation to erase their coalition.

“Perish! ground-feeder!”
Lord Kantus, O’ Messiah
Sing your tomes and bless us with thine holiness!
Melodic rapture, prophetic pariah
You’ve come to heal as you ridicule my lowliness!

Singing her deific incantations
The Kantus becomes a god
She reigns over the impure and the faithful
From her palace above!

Thine healing tomes melodious
She now composes a glorious arrangement
She reigns over the impure and the faithful
From her palace above!

Bless them, messiah!