MORTIS INVICTUS


An impending omen of doom, it's time to die

 Mortis invictus

To the victor goes the spoils
We've dug our own graves
But death is much better than life as slaves

 Mortis invictus

Death is the final frontier 
With which we must come to terms 
It's the destiny of us all to be fodder for the worms 
The end of our existence will be by our own hands
As we destroy the air, the water, the land 
To the victor goes the spoils, to the winner goes the prize
A barren smouldering wasteland swarming with well-fed flies

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