Wretches!

Legends of a beast so volatile
Its ferocious crimes on men, disgraceful
The Gears of Sera overwhelmed by the monkey-dog of pure destruction
Dark creatures take on lambent form, they spark of sweet imulsion
Their foul aroma hath sickened down on their bereft forbearance.

A score and four before Emergence Day
Imulsion absorbed into the ground they lay
Ailing from its toxins everyday
Phosphorescent Wretch pandemic!
A score and four before Emergence Day
Imulsion absorbed into the ground they lay
Us humans they will intoxicate.

O’ dark and feral creature, wretched auditory screecher
Won’t you look upon the people that capitulate to your misfeature
Blinding eyes erupt into dismay as their lambent form begins to take place
Dark and feral creature, wretched auditory screecher
Foul, despicable demeanor for which humans call the mortal leecher
Holding a hand over an eye, they’re stripped from head to thigh!

Versatile in movement
They crawl and cling on weakened foes, the coven spawn of the hollow
They’ve begun to tear open their heads to maul and feast until they’re dead
They torture over and over again.

Wiry and hunched, yearning for the smell of human blood
Praying on the weak, concentrating on their feeble sheep
Rotten and perverse, humans hunted down to be coerced
Running through the street with a vicious crave for helpless meat
Slashing, gashing, bludgeoning their heads
They feast until they’re dead!
They will not stop until every last human child’s bled.

A score and four before Emergence Day
Imulsion absorbed into the ground they lay
Ailing from its toxins everyday
Phosphorescent Wretch pandemic!
A score and four before Emergence Day
Imulsion absorbed into the ground they lay
Us humans they will intoxicate.

O’ dark and feral creature, wretched auditory screecher
Won’t you look upon the people that capitulate to your misfeature
Blinding eyes erupt into dismay as their lambent form begins to take place
Dark and feral creature, wretched auditory screecher
Foul, despicable demeanor for which humans call the mortal leecher
Holding a hand over an eye, they’re stripped from head to thigh!

O’ spawn of the hollow, let imulsion soak through to thine marrow!

Locust assail Jacinto
Dark creatures taking on true lambent form
Luminous with sweet imulsion
The mass of Sera cowers unto Wretches’ swarm!