Send forth our emissaries To the cities of the eastern lands To walk amongst their midst hidden in the sand We shall be as an unseen withering plague As silent as serpents in the night To strike with secret fang We shall ignite the flame of malignancy Exploiting their corruption and disease We shall rot them from the inside They whisper lies and treason With fang we wait to strike As sinister insects breed swarming unknown in the sewers beneath We will bathe them in an incessant stream of venomous sedition We await the day When in their hour of weakness They become blind to the destruction that awaits them Then shall our legions reign Our armies descend As swift as taloned birds of prey Carried by the winds of blood And certain death Their piteous cries of anguish Will seep from their last breath To strike with secret fang