Chaos enveloped the social order of humanity 

After the nuclear fall from man’s vanity 

Weathered faces trudge through empty miles in nomadic hordes 

A scalding wind grinds the barren desert floor 



Civilization is thrown into rampancy 

As the resources continue to dwindle in the fallout breeze 

Treaties between the wasteland hordes have burned and been defiled 

A black cloud of contrivance is amassing all the while 



Spray of blood in the air, bodies fall 

The only way to survive this upheaval… Hunger for violence 



I will be the one to force chaos into submission 

An abandoned nuclear facility has powered my ambition 

I hold the power that once laid waste to these decaying lands 



Spray of blood in the air, bodies fall 

The wars of man continue, consuming all 

Spray of blood in the air, bodies fall 

Dominate with death machines, killing all… Hunger for violence 



Apocalypse survivors hide within a rusting scrap yard 

The tyrannical artificer looms over the battle charge 

Hear the crushing sound of skulls lying under tank treads 

Fear as they rush the grounds 

Walls of tires and barrels of crude 

Photoreceptors meet your gaze 

If you fight you’ll die so be a slave 



Fight… Die! 



The slaves have now been drafted into recruitment operations 

Implanted micro detonators ensure cooperation 

The pawns march side by side with their metallic lifeless captors 

Blood will cleanse the land as we descend into the final chapter 



Spray of blood in the air, bodies fall 

Dominate with death machines, killing all 

Spray of blood in the air, bodies fall 

The wars of man continue, consuming all… Hunger for violence