Y'know, back in outer we used to drink - a lot We used to all kinds of kick-ass drugs And showed blatant disrespect for any authority Little did we we were undermining our entire value system...
At that time I was serving in the 3rd Scumdog Legion aboard a planetary infection barge, to obey a host of confusing orders, but satisfying only our lust for slaughter ravingly drunk half the time, I realized a battle had when I heard the roar of the fleets plasma bombardment. Piling our armored pods we began our descent to the planets pulverized surface. We were met by a of primitive interceptors which we devastated with soaring blast of hatred, through the debris cloud into the atmosphere below.
The obliteration of Quarv 7
On the horizon was the blazing outlines of a city, the outlying areas with flaming craters and fleeing refuges I out the window and led our battalion on a blazing attack on the non-combatants pulpifying flesh in a rain of sulfuric plasma burst. The mass mutilation of a ensued, with those not being fit for slave labor herded into gigantic flaming pits. We laughed as several thousand years of development wiped out in a single blundering instant.
Gorged on guts, gouged out fill the breeding hive Desecrate sovereign world Bloated, bloody, churl crumble, races die Stench of midgets the sky Smashing with ghastly crunch Pretty soon we'll for lunch
Later, as we flew through deep disemboweling our victims The navigator informed us we the wrong planet.
The obliteration of Quarv 7