To Strike with Secret Fang

Send forth our emissaries to the cities of the eastern lands

To walk amongst their midst, hidden in the sand

We shall be as an unseen, withering plague

As silent as serpents in the night

To strike with secret fang

We shall ignite the flame of malignancy

Exploiting their corruption and disease, we shall rot them from the inside

They whisper lies and treason

With fang, we wait to strike

As sinister insects breed

Swarming unknown in the sewers beneath

We will bathe them in an incessant stream of venomous sedition

We await the day

When in their hour of weakness

They become blind to the destruction that awaits them

Then shall our legions reign

Our armies descend

As swift as taloned birds of prey carried by the winds of blood and certain death

Their piteous cries of anguish

Will seep from their last breath

To strike with secret fang