Y'know, back in outer space we used to - a lot We to take all kinds of kick-ass drugs And showed blatant disrespect for any figures Little did we know we were undermining our value system...
At that time I was in the Masters 3rd Scumdog Legion aboard a infection barge, attempting to obey a host of confusing orders, but mostly satisfying only our for slaughter ravingly drunk the time, I only realized a battle had started when I the roar of the fleets plasma bombardment. Piling our armored assault pods we began our to the planets pulverized surface. We met by a flight of primitive interceptors which we devastated soaring blast of nuclear hatred, flashing through the cloud into the atmosphere below.
The of Flab Quarv 7
On the was the blazing outlines of a bombed city, the outlying areas with flaming craters and fleeing refuges I vomited out the window and led our on a blazing attack on the non-combatants pulpifying flesh in a rain of sulfuric plasma burst. The mutilation of a world ensued, with those not being fit for slave labor being herded into gigantic pits. We laughed as several thousand years of development were wiped out in a single instant.
on guts, gouged out eyes Captives fill the hive Desecrate their sovereign Bloated, bloody, drunken crumble, races die Stench of midgets the sky skulls with ghastly crunch Pretty we'll break for lunch
Later, as we flew deep space Ritually our victims The informed us that we Attacked the planet.
The obliteration of Flab 7