Cold in the dark, no name, just a shape in the hold
Biomass breathing, heartbeat slow and controlled
No sight, just pressure, like a tide in my skull
Then a spike through the void—every nerve goes full
Snap to the surface, chitin cracks into place
Claws flex open like I’m tearing through space
Taste of iron in the air, prey thick in the scent
Orders hit silent—no words, just intent
Drop from the hull, living meteor strike
Ground folds under me, first scream on the mic
Armor splits open, bodies break on the run
I don’t chase targets—I erase every one
Bolters spark fire, but it barely translates
Rounds hit deep but I adapt to the weight
One eye burning through the smoke and the ash
I don’t think, I don’t stop—I just carve and I crash
[Chorus]
I don’t hunt—I erase what’s in sight
Every step is a kill, bodies break on the strike
Lines collapse when I enter the lane
No retreat, just a widening stain
No voice in my head, just a pull I obey
One eye lit through the smoke and the flame
Stampede through your ranks, break bone on the run
Crush the line flat—leave nothing but one
Red in the mist, ceramite splits at the seam
Blue and gold crack, I’m inside of the team
Chainblades scream but they die in the grind
Every strike they commit just refines my design
Terminators step heavy, they stand and they brace
I meet them head-on, rip the plate from the frame
Crush through the helm, hear the vox go to static
Faith don’t save you when the force is this massive
War engines stride, shadow blotting the sky
Titan legs shaking when we answer the cry
Carnifex line, we advance as a wall
Living battering ram—hear the god-machine fall
Then a flash—lucky shot through the bone
Something vital gets tagged, system starts to dethrone
Signals fade, everything slipping to black
No pain, no fear… just a void staring back
[Chorus]
I don’t hunt—I erase what’s in sight
Every step is a kill, bodies break on the strike
Lines collapse when I enter the lane
No retreat, just a widening stain
No voice in my head, just a pull I obey
One eye lit through the smoke and the flame
Stampede through your ranks, break bone on the run
Crush the line flat—leave nothing but one
Low hum again, but the pattern feels wrong
Hull unfamiliar, same war in the song
Same prey scent, same iron in the air
But the signal’s distorted—something missing in there
Step off the drop, but the rhythm don’t bind
No clear command threading through my mind
Fragments scatter, I can feel what they lack
Ten torn signatures calling me back
Turn on the swarm, no hesitation or doubt
Claw through the weak, tear the broken ones out
If the link’s compromised, I become the command
Reclaim every piece with my own four hands
Spinefields erupt as I harvest the stray
Build the signal from ruin, force it back into play
Eye burns brighter, now the pattern is true
Same war, same hunt—this is round two
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