Cruel weapons of the human bastard Sprinking death from up on high Eyestalks recoiling as my slime trail foams Choking on the crystals in my pneumastome
Bleak.
Inhumane, dessicated and debased Baking in the scorching sun, their time will come Mucus glands, bubbling on the concrete slabs Eaten by domestic cats, but we'll be back
Foolish mortals in the garden lay Bathing in the shade we wait Beady eyes emerge, focusing our wrath Vengeance rides on slimey tracks
Raining acid, caustic downpour on human skulls Melting flesh from bones
Ruthless minions, revolution in human culls Venting hatred ages old
And when the dawn of slime comes, they shall reap what they have sown
