[C'tan]
From the dark of space they come now
littering the soil with deadly spores.
Planetary defenses fail to
stop this invasion of Orks.
Humid wet plains of this land
breeding ground for whats to come.
Genetic memory of the green kind
to start building and amassing arms.
Dark days fall upon this place;
ecosystems in disarray!
The killing begins again.
Nothing ever changes, it's all the same!
They kill our mothers
and decapitate our sons.
What more to expect from savage beasts
with savage tongues?
They speak of domination,
yet they do not know.
Science and reason will come to this planet
and take control!
Mobs turn into warbands
and quickly into tribes.
Ork on ork violence crumbles and stops!
Weapons made from schematics
tucked away in their heads.
A warboss emerges to lead them to death...
[Mike Greenwood]
Die...
Faunic scum!
If the manifested beings do not kill you
you will succumb to death from inhalation.
Lungs, they decay.
As they grasp for their last oxygen intake.
Ooze and puss flourish forth with only one task...