Their eyes, once bright, now glazed and dull
Their voices, once strong, now choked and full
Of snorts and grunts, a bestial sound
The pig-blood runs deep, it’s all around.

They crawl from the shadows, a twisted horde
Their souls corrupted, their fate abhorred
Their blood, a curse, a mark of shame
The pig-blood ritual, it burns with flame.

They gather in the night, under the crimson moon
Whispering oaths, to tear down Empire's throne
Their twisted forms, a grotesque display
A rebellion of swine, they’ll have their way.

They gather in the night, under the crimson moon
Whispering oaths, to tear down Empire's throne
Their twisted forms, a grotesque display
A rebellion of swine, they’ll have their way.

They call themselves different, superior breed
A master race, from a twisted seed
They drink the lies, the promises they feed
Of freedom, power, and a glorious creed.

They crawl from the shadows, a twisted horde
Their souls corrupted, their fate abhorred
Their blood, a curse, a mark of shame
The pig-blood ritual, it burns with flame.

They promise a paradise, rivers of honey and gold
A feast every day, a story to be told
But the truth is hidden, beneath their deceit
A meat grinder awaits, their ultimate feat.

They crawl from the shadows, a twisted horde
Their souls corrupted, their fate abhorred
Their blood, a curse, a mark of shame
The pig-blood ritual, it burns with flame.

The Empire stands strong, unmoved, unshaken
The pig-blood flows, a sacrifice mistaken
Their dreams of freedom, a twisted farce
Their fate is sealed, in a meat grinder's embrace.

They crawl from the shadows, a twisted horde
Their souls corrupted, their fate abhorred
Their blood, a curse, a mark of shame
The pig-blood ritual, it burns with flame.