Marching forward
Blind with rage
Faces strapped to tubes
Devoid of human flesh
Fire blindly into
growing walls of steel
Retaliation starts
Helments melt into this concrete smear
The end is brightest
When the withered hands
are reaching for the sky
Their fading cries deforming
As the shockwaves rip the stars apart
Still alive
Barely crawling
Hands blown off
Limbs torn away
All shields breached
Decimation rising
Red sky falling faster
As the wave deletes your fears
Annihilation
Swept the ruins away
The tubes that once clung to the melted flesh
Have frozen
And crumbled on the mud of broken faces
The end is brightest
When the withered hands
are reaching for the sky
The end is brightest
When you never look away from your fate