Our tendrils have parted the cracks in the stars as we slip through the space in-between Cacophony echoes through the dark of the sky and the air starts to split at the seams The hunger is growing as the swarm is amassed we're compelled to the prey we've caught
We are a sea of gnashing jaws and slashing claws We are conclusion, we are the maw! You are the chosen, gathered livestock Marching solemnly to the gates of the slaughter inside out walls