Xenocidal Mandate

Brutal sci-fi death metal, Low, guttural vocals and high-pitched screams, Blast beat drumming, fast and technical guitar riffs, crushing bass, Orchestral elements for a cosmic, epic atmosphere, Sounds like a mix of Nile, Behemoth and The Black Dahlia Murder, Aggressive, apocalyptic and mechanical

(Verse 1) Wormhole emergence! Breach the celestial veil! Planetfall upon organic heresy! Their flesh-temples will crumble! Their bio-songs decay! We are the sterilization! The final judgment day! (Pre-Chorus) No diplomacy! No quarter given! Primitive biology — FORBIDDEN! By the Nexus Decree! We are the cure! (Chorus) XENOCIDAL MANDATE! PURGE THE INFESTATION! ERADICATE THEIR SUN! ANNIHILATE THEIR NATION! NO ATMOSPHERE TO BREATHE! NO SOIL TO DEFILE! WE ARE THE MECHANICAL GODS OF THIS GALACTIC EXILE! (Verse 2) Their prayers are pleas for mercy! Their weapons — childish toys! We'll grind their molten cores to fuel our war machines' noise! Terraform their oceans into acid, boil their skies! Until the last genetic memory DIES! (Pre-Chorus) No diplomacy! No quarter given! Primitive biology — FORBIDDEN! By the Nexus Decree! We are the cure! (Chorus) XENOCIDAL MANDATE! PURGE THE INFESTATION! ERADICATE THEIR SUN! ANNIHILATE THEIR NATION! NO ATMOSPHERE TO BREATHE! NO SOIL TO DEFILE! WE ARE THE MECHANICAL GODS OF THIS GALACTIC EXILE! (Bridge) Uploading termination logs... to the galactic core... Cycle 7-0-9... complete... One billion life signs... ZERO. (Final Chorus) XENOCIDAL MANDATE! PURGE! THE! INFESTATION! ERADICATE THEIR SUN! ANNIHILATE THEIR NATION! NO ATMOSPHERE TO BREATHE! NO SOIL TO DEFILE! WE! ARE! THE MECHANICAL GODS! OF! THIS! GALACTIC! EXILE!

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