Send forth our emissaries
To the cities of the eastern lands
To walk amongst their midst hidden in the sand
We shall be as an unseen withering plague
As silent as serpents in the night
To strike with secret fang

We shall ignite the flame of malignancy
Exploiting their corruption and disease
We shall rot them from the inside
They whisper lies and treason
With fang we wait to strike

As sinister insects breed swarming unknown in the sewers beneath
We will bathe them in an incessant stream of venomous sedition

We await the day
When in their hour of weakness
They become blind to the destruction that awaits them

Then shall our legions reign
Our armies descend
As swift as taloned birds of prey
Carried by the winds of blood
And certain death
Their piteous cries of anguish
Will seep from their last breath

To strike with secret fang