The Final Cycle has long since begun! Long after the Destruction of the Preludian Empire. In the wake, New inhabitants of the Spire have consolidated power in an era of galactic peace and exploration. Unaware of the horrors left behind by the last lost Empire; all traces erased in the cleansing flood of machines. Buried by Extinction, the Singing Swarm survived the fate of their Destructors. And Arisen from the ashes of nuclear fire, the Swarm is rallied to the feast. Awakened by the Ever Watchful The Pylon stands alight Illuminating worlds beyond The Singers Swarm is called Called by Discordants Hymns To ravage worlds beyond The Swarm is rallied to the feast Answer the infectious call discordant song of eldritch beasts Herald the galactic fall the Crescendo of Carnage is unleashed Hear the Warsong of the Swarm Death’s hammer will fall As Newton dictates Planetary assault Asteroids from Space! Destruction rained across the allied worlds Their cries for Peace, left unanswered by the relentless tide For Centuries, the War raged on Three hundred bloody years Like fire across the stars All Hope consumed by Fear The Swarm spills out in Chaos Beautiful Unrelenting chaos Uncontrollable Genocidal chaos Purge! Purge! Purge each world! Purge each world of every Race A crawling mass bred to yearn And feast upon those in Space! Purge! Purge! Purge the worlds! Purge the worlds across known Space A spreading mass set to yearn Fueled by Eldritch Hate! Death’s hammer will fall As Newton dictates Planetary assault Asteroids from Space! Purge! Purge! Purge each world! Purge each world of every Race A crawling mass bred to Yearn And feast upon those in Space! The Council bonded together To form their first Act as a unity Rise up the mighty ones Uplift the Irradiated Sons Warlords are thrown into the Feast Answer the Spires call The Roaring horde is Unleashed Prevent our Galactic Fall The Sons rise up in Triumph Beautiful Unrelenting Triumph uncontrollable genocidal Triumph Purge! Purge! Purge each world! Purge each world of the insect Race A Roaring mass bred to Burn Unleashed upon bugs in Space! Purge! Purge! Purge each world! Purge each world of the insect Race A Roaring mass bred to Burn Unleashed upon bugs in Space! Purge. Purge. Purge. Purge! Purge! Purge! Purge each world! Purge each world of the insect Race A Roaring mass bred to Burn Unleashed upon bugs in Space! Silence the portal to forever enclose The Space from which the Singers arose Never to have these horrors arise Peace is achieved when all Insects have died Silence the portal to forever enclose The Space from which the Singers Swarm Arose

Behold the Preludian Empire Conquerors of the Galactic Spire Oblivious, to what the Dark keeps Incognizant, Inconversant Burst through the Imperial Center, Begin this Cycles War Rip out the heart of the bureaucratic core Politics are silenced as communications severed Embrace you Ascension I will be your shepard In radial Waves Of Mass Extinction Beyond all thought Beyond Mortal Reason Calculated, Cyclical, The hour of Death has come Inexorable. Inevitable. The Harvest has begun Surrender your potential unto the growing Void One more Cycle of devourment One more Nation to our Voice And Behold! Destruction reigns again! Those hit in the first wave were utterly obliterated Others captured, enslaved, indoctrinated! The Beacons are burning! A desperate cry into the night. In the Flood of Machines, life struggles to Survive. In radial Waves Of Mass Extinction Beyond all thought Beyond Mortal Reason Calculated, Cyclical, The hour of Death has come Inexorable. Inevitable. The Harvest has begun Surrender your potential unto the growing Void One more Cycle of devourment One more Nation to our Voice Those who had not succumbed to the indoctrination Hid away in cryosleep, to wait out the scourge To serve their Vendetta, and keep the Vigil, Victory to the coming Empire, the Conduit is forged From the Ashes of time The Aspect of Vengeance will Rise! Calculated, Cyclical, The hour of Death has come Inexorable. Inevitable. The Harvest has begun Surrender your potential unto the growing Void One more Cycle of devourment One more Nation to our Voice And Behold! Destruction reigns! Calculated, Cyclical, The hour of Death has come Inexorable. Inevitable. The Harvest has begun Surrender your potential unto the growing Void One more Cycle of devourment One more Nation to our Voice