Pests of Flesh

they’ve been through the desert
nothings worse – have no names
released from the caverns
hunting men, playing games
immoral freaked science
breathing life into pests
tiny cruel little blighters
with explosives in their chests

cybernetic symbiosis –
technology and flesh
small targets on high speed
bony tails and claws clash
a deadly suicide squad
with implants organiques
addicted to drugs –
mutagen-biomechanic

Pests of Flesh heralds of horror
Pests of Flesh nowhere to hide
Pests of Flesh bearers of terror
Pests of Flesh they kill on sight

dark filthy laboratories
in the underground
are breeding in shadows
cloned lifeforms unbound
visions of dethroning
the pride of creation
they play God and reach for
a final mutation

Pests of Flesh heralds of horror
Pests of Flesh nowhere to hide
Pests of Flesh bearers of terror
Pests of Flesh they kill on sight

the gates of Danakil
are protected by fear
by killing machines
that let no Griffin near
on a self destroying course
they creep through the sand
but the true nightmare is yet to come
when the pests reach their end