Echoes drifting through s***e
Free from the malice, distortion
and everything that is organized thought
Vast, dark energy reigns
weaponized and used
Destruction envelops as extinction follows existence
Bound to a strange dimension
subservience or termination
Negligent resistance from those who oppose
Reintegration
Our kind one mind
We pursue the ultimate truth
All sentient worlds are commodious
necessary tools for galactic control
As our grip grows tighter
Devolution takes place and more systems fall
Through brutal oppression
Conditioned by eternal war
The time for harvest nears
and Life shall bear no weight
The search for equilibrium
shall balance this great plain
We will take control and depredate your mother star
One last glimpse of light
before everlasting dark
Ruled by an unseen force
Bred for galactic control
Killed in order to serve
We are the Deadfall; Octal and machine
We are legion inheritors of this galaxy
Keeper of the Fire, prime architect
Destiny of quadrality universal subsistence
How can you fathom what lays beyond?
Existence in eleven dimensions is an absurdity
To beings that resonate in four dimensional reality
The colors and spectra
incomprehensible shock and awe
You cry out in agony
as our mother ship descends to c**l
Weak and pathetic you tremble and ask us why?
We look down and all eight eyes vaporize what's left
Our intent: Harvest souls for mass ascension!
Shed ourselves of corporeal form
through Galactic Oppression.
Free from the malice, distortion
and everything that is organized thought
Vast, dark energy reigns
weaponized and used
Destruction envelops as extinction follows existence
Bound to a strange dimension
subservience or termination
Negligent resistance from those who oppose
Reintegration
Our kind one mind
We pursue the ultimate truth
All sentient worlds are commodious
necessary tools for galactic control
As our grip grows tighter
Devolution takes place and more systems fall
Through brutal oppression
Conditioned by eternal war
The time for harvest nears
and Life shall bear no weight
The search for equilibrium
shall balance this great plain
We will take control and depredate your mother star
One last glimpse of light
before everlasting dark
Ruled by an unseen force
Bred for galactic control
Killed in order to serve
We are the Deadfall; Octal and machine
We are legion inheritors of this galaxy
Keeper of the Fire, prime architect
Destiny of quadrality universal subsistence
How can you fathom what lays beyond?
Existence in eleven dimensions is an absurdity
To beings that resonate in four dimensional reality
The colors and spectra
incomprehensible shock and awe
You cry out in agony
as our mother ship descends to c**l
Weak and pathetic you tremble and ask us why?
We look down and all eight eyes vaporize what's left
Our intent: Harvest souls for mass ascension!
Shed ourselves of corporeal form
through Galactic Oppression.