Berserker

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Under unequivocal advisement for the Lightmass Offensive,
The pressure’s mounting on the high command of Locust headship.
On heaps of bodies burning, the Uzil stands before him.
He lunges forward and implants the blade of desecration.
Slaying their squadron leader, surveying grand destruction,
Laughing in satisfaction as he disposes the Lieutenant.
On heaps of bodies burning, the Uzil stands before him.
He beckons onward as he calls upon the wrath of the berserker.
RAAM swears an oath of blood to kill and torture their people,
Decimating every mind and soul with evil feats beyond control.
Rouge and seething, a numb demeanor redeeming,
Slaughtering the enemies of the state is what is done for the Queen’s bidding.
Laughing in satisfaction as he disposes the Lieutenant.
On heaps of bodies burning, the Uzil now stands before him.
Dark spell in memoriam,
The dark horse of Nexus now calls upon the wrath of the berserker.
Into the Tomb of the Unknown,
The coalition knowing not what awaits them.
Escape into a crypt of insanity,
A squadron marching on into biotic absurdity.
Capitulate!
Alone at last from enemies asunder,
They venture deeper into blackened depths, so unfamiliar.
The roars and cries of a blinded behemoth,
They reach its source, staring in the face of death itself.
Berserker!
As he lunges forward and embeds the blade of sacrilegious desecration without disdain,
Dark Horse of Nexus, fulfilling his declaration.
Staring in his eyes in the moment he died, an instant to capitulate before his body’s tossed aside.
A spawn of terror, imploring his fabled Berserker.
As he lunges forward and embeds the blade of sacrilegious desecration without disdain,
Dark Horse of Nexus, fulfilling his declaration.
Hidden in the tombs, they know not what is awaiting them,
Cowering in fear, for they can hear her battle cry!
Under unequivocal advisement for the Lightmass Offensive,
The pressure’s mounting on the high command of Locust headship.
On heaps of bodies burning, the Uzil stands before him.
He lunges forward and implants the blade of desecration.
Slaying their squadron leader, surveying grand destruction,
Laughing in satisfaction as he disposes the Lieutenant.
On heaps of bodies burning, the Uzil stands before him.
He beckons onward as he calls upon the wrath of the berserker.
To kill all left is his prerogative,
Rise Berserker!
Alone at last from enemies asunder,
They venture deeper into blackened depths, so unfamiliar.
The roars and cries of a blinded behemoth,
They reach the source, her voice tumultuous.
Resilient humans gaze on death itself,
For they now hear her chilling battle cry!
Berserker!