The heroes, the heroes, the heroes of old
They struggled, struggled, struggled ‘til they grow
A model, the model, our model in life
Suffer, we suffer, and suffer through our strife.
Desolation runs deep in a world full of sorrow
Songs will sing praise of a populace of harrow
Limits are to be broken in ways innumerable
Limits of the metaphysical, quite forgivable.
The faithful descend to a new plane of war
Enemies soon come, come as they are
Black plumes of destruction in their wake doth come
Their machines and skeletons all burn whilst we hum:
The heroes, the heroes, the heroes of old
They struggled, struggled, struggled ‘til they grow
A model, the model, our model in life
Suffer, we suffer, and suffer through our strife.
Surely we will endure, and surely we will fight
This war endless, never an end in sight
DECEM rewards the suffering, bleak though their plight
Cry havoc, ye faithful, and show Cora’s might.
The song of Desolation rings ever louder, as masses of heavily-armed Corite expeditioneers breach the portals in ships and suits, expectant of waging war yet again, in a world not so different after all. The song never stops until the last soldier steps through the doorway, and they pour and they pour, with naught a fear of the unknown, but a lust to display their pride for all beings to witness. DECEM need not look, for her flock moves with the blood from her veins, and she feels every waking moment as a mother feels her child flagellate her through the womb. The Corite vision will be born anew in this new parallel, and this song will go on until war is ended; a perverse certainty, in that the Corite prophecies speak thus: war will never end.
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