Xenoforms Songtext
von Under the Scythe

Rage to the living
Was woven into their genes
Their blood can burn down life

Deep Space breathes death
To the faces of blind
Their arrogance is beyond sanity

A mutilated body
A chest with gaping hole
A sign of sorrow
Endless misery

The tyrant walking through bones
Was burning full of vanity
Hopes for arise of individuum
But he construct a brilliant-cold intellect
Gives birth to a Thing that will bring
Only doom to our kind

Chaos is spread in the vast of universe
The gloomy shadows are lying ahead


Excellent in the art of killing
Perfect in survival
By all manner of means
Rage to the living was woven
Into it′s genes
It's blood can burn down life to the ashes

In the citadel of deceased gods
From their ashes secrets and rites
They created a life form
That turned into a nightmare

It′s jaws are doubled and screwed
It's body is savan of dark flexible flesh
It's Arachnodactyl fingers
Inculcate Fear

Xenoforms

Son of tyrant that rested
Among the cold stars
There he found himself a new home
He incarnated legion of perfect slayers
From stolen bodies and lost souls


Excellent in the art of killing
Perfect in survival
By all manner of means
Rage to the living was woven
Into their genes
Their blood can burn down life to the ashes

Having drawing his image
Into the pantheon
Could he knew
That he signed
His own doom and brought
Queen to the throne
His own doom and brought
Queen to the throne

Xenoforms