Grim Till Dark by Prosector
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In this cold dark future, there is only war
Behold the slow death of our once dominant race
We built our ships We sailed the stars We mistook the galaxy for ours
Reaching out from the cold, unknown depths of space
Came threats that divided we cannot face
The alien. The mutant. The heretic.
A great cleansing at the behest of the best of us
A man whose very presence feels divine
A wave set forth in his name
To conquer and purify
A war within our ranks, as corruption takes hold
The holy sons both faithful and deceitful march on one another
Still others chip away at the edges
We lose billions everyday
Emperor save us
Emperor save us
Grim Till Dark yeah
The favorite son, beguiled beyond repair
Laid low our God and Champion
And was defeated in turn, but the wound born that day
Would fester and spell our slow decay
Reaching out from the cold, unknown depths of space
Came threats that divided we cannot face
The alien. The mutant. The heretic.
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Recorded, mixed, and mastered at Conjure Recording Studio
Artwork and animation by Apollo X Productions