These bastards never die They just slip and crawl through the fallout filth Not one will deny The hairless apes achieved what their God designed As they wake from seventeen years entombed Dawn of the Necrocene arrived Spawn of nuclear waste, unearthed from ashes they arise Offal of earth expelled, cast right out from her festering wounds Arc of time beset, this cadaveric discretion Rise, above, the archetype of man A septic race is born Bleed and purge, a lesson never learned Like black, hissing roaches They always, come back They always, come back again Carved out from ice Parasites of neo-neolithic age Dregs of pestilence Children of the aftermath Rise, above, the archetype of man A septic race is born Bleed and purge, a lesson never learned Like black, hissing roaches They always, come back They always, come back Cryptic lifeforms and crumbling icons Ancestors, infected, they spread like viral fire Embalming, dissolving, the meek inherit nothing Scumrot humans, storming over, arctic deserts A brave, new, world to conquer And spread their seeds in virgin waste end all Spiral out, their dead-end lives As carrion calls echo on Acid fields, rivers of tar, endlessly They always come back