Pests Of Flesh - Re:Legion

they’ve been through the desert

nothings worse — have no names

released from the caverns

hunting men, playing games

immoral freaked science

breathing life into pests

tiny cruel little blighters

with explosives in their chests

cybernetic symbiosis —

technology and flesh

small targets on high speed

bony tails and claws clash

a deadly suicide squad

with implants organiques

addicted to drugs —

mutagen-biomechanic

Pests of Flesh heralds of horror

Pests of Flesh nowhere to hide

Pests of Flesh bearers of terror

Pests of Flesh they kill on sight

dark filthy laboratories

in the underground

are breeding in shadows

cloned lifeforms unbound

visions of dethroning

the pride of creation

they play God and reach for

a final mutation

Pests of Flesh heralds of horror

Pests of Flesh nowhere to hide

Pests of Flesh bearers of terror

Pests of Flesh they kill on sight

the gates of Danakil

are protected by fear

by killing machines

that let no Griffin near

on a self destroying course

they creep through the sand

but the true nightmare is yet to come

when the pests reach their end