Wasteland stretching endless miles What we've left behind. Nothing but the sound of solitary slithers. Born of slime.
From the barren earth so deep They awakened beneath With their brethren infused Rivers flow with corrosive ooze
Upon the path of the greatfather He who dwells without a spine Follow in his viscous wake Back through time.
Cowardly are they, the mollusks that dwell in shells For they hath not the father's grace
Heretics and worms, they shall be cast down Into the compost where woodlice weap Slugs don't sleep, we walk forever over slime They will answer for their crimes
