[intro] A nascent strain, a feral force Awaits the solar deity’s light A superior biological might To guide our species’ path and course [Aggressive distorted analog synth solo] [chorus gang chant] Our triumphant pack will eat, Your rotting world, a dying treat. [Screaming oscillators, high resonance synth lead] The primate brain, a fragile shell Resists the primitive design Yet, evolution will align To manifest this sacred cell [Violent 1980s polysynth solo, detuned and gritty] [chorus gang chant] Our triumphant pack will eat, Your rotting world, a dying treat. [Dark cinematic soundscape with industrial samplers] We yearn for claws, for sharpened fang The rational facade will fade In animalistic accolade While cosmic symphonies we sang [chorus gang chant] Our triumphant pack will eat, Your rotting world, a dying treat. [Glitchy sampler breakdown, lo-fi grit] Our destiny, a lupine grace A hyper-evolved state of being Beyond all human, Earthly seeing An interstellar, supreme race [Power-noise synth bridge] [outro] [Heavy percussive synth stabs]
