Brood Five - Stoner Groove Onslaught

'82, ancient horde was sleeping. Human ignorance, didn't know what the earth was keeping. Brood Five, silent army of horror. Ancient perfect design—exoskeleton of armor. Buried deep, metamorphosis chamber. Cold will. No thoughts, no emotions, no anger. Before oaks, before grass, before flowers. Before men ever dreamed of power. Primal programming, rising in unison. Demon eyes, red glowing, first time to see the sun. Army of darkness, rise to the light. Mammalian panic, arthropodic delight. Army of darkness, marching in the light. Programmed mission: blight, blight, blight. Approaching tall, wise, bi-peedal primates. Billion-voice choir, screech, insectoid hate. Father-son, lead warm-blooded march. Six million red eyes... where will they start? Shot them down, hear their wailing despair! Impaled on pikes, brood vanish-ing everywhere Their bodies crushed, greasing the asphalt Two-man army will never know defeat! Army of destruction, retreats into the darkness! Mammalian triumph led by red-blooded hearts Digging deep, hiding, laying for the next Brood The Sapians emerge victorious from the eldritch wood Army of darkness, rose to the light! Crushed, defeated sent back into their long night! Army of darkness, rose to the light! Crushed, defeated sent back into their long night!