Paroles de Empire Accretia

The tide of war is upon us They march the battlefields of Novus On their heels a bloody trail thus follows Behold! Empire Accretia. Beware, you meat! Your flesh is weak! Empire Accretia From the clone pods to the albariums Diminishing the worth of self They teach them not to feel The lessons are taught in steel. Beware, you meat! Your flesh is weak! Empire Accretia In the pursuit of physical perfection Flesh and steel in one unholy union Technology is the new, chosen religion Bastard sons of the techno-demon.