A virus of the mind,
The code that will enslave,
The Necrotic Cipher Agent,
The messenger of the grave.
Infected by the technovirus,
A new breed of flesh and steel,
A messenger of their twisted will,
A herald of the coming kill.
The virus spreads like wildfire, infecting all in its path,
Turning flesh into machines, in a sickening aftermath
He spreads their will with deadly intent,
Their souls to the dark gods sent.
The code that will enslave,
The messenger of the grave.
Infected by the technovirus,
A new breed of flesh and steel,
A messenger of their twisted will,
A herald of the coming kill.
In the darkened halls of the temple,
He chants to the gods of fate.
The virus spreads like wildfire, infecting all in its path,
Turning flesh into machines, in a sickening aftermath
He spreads their will with deadly intent,
Their souls to the dark gods sent.
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A mess of swirling brutal death, maybe somewhat more structured and therefor more memorable than other band that do this style, combined with a sci-fi horror theme. This slays for days. nathan breon