Y'know, back in space we used to drink - a lot We used to all kinds of kick-ass drugs And showed blatant disrespect for any figures did we know we were undermining our entire value system...
At that I was serving in the Masters 3rd Scumdog Legion aboard a planetary infection barge, to obey a host of confusing orders, but mostly satisfying our lust for slaughter ravingly drunk half the time, I only a battle had started when I heard the roar of the fleets bombardment. Piling our assault 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, flashing through the cloud into the atmosphere below.
The obliteration of Flab 7
On the was the blazing outlines of a bombed city, the outlying areas with flaming craters and fleeing refuges I out the window and led our battalion on a blazing attack on the pulpifying their flesh in a rain of sulfuric plasma burst. The mass mutilation of a ensued, with those not being fit for slave being herded into gigantic flaming pits. We laughed as several years of cultural development were out in a single blundering instant.
Gorged on guts, gouged out Captives fill the hive Desecrate their world Bloated, bloody, churl crumble, races die Stench of fill the sky Smashing with ghastly crunch Pretty soon we'll for lunch
Later, as we flew through deep Ritually our victims The navigator us that we Attacked the planet.
The obliteration of Quarv 7