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