Fire reflected in his eyes. A field burning, reeking of warm soot and death. With a sigh, he dropped the can of gasoline on the ground. The deed was done for this night. As he turned back towards his companions, something behind him caught his attention. A sound, something shifting, or, perhaps, running on the outskirts of the field. He took a deep breath and nodded to the others. They must finish this. It's far from over but desperation had convinced them to take a stand. The farmers hastily armed themselves with what crude tools they found in the surrounding sheds and entered the yet burning field.
They entered what had earlier been an inferno. Almost perfectly cut out clearings of circles and signs. They had gathered it as some sort of mark, or ritualistic icon for their kind. Therefore, it was to be cleansed. They continued along the crop circle, moving past burning piles of flesh and grass.
Another sound caught their attention, only a stone’s throw away. Heavy shuffling of the stems, getting louder as it was heading their direction. They gripped their makeshift weapons and readied themselves before, suddenly, all was quiet.
All of them saw it together, a shape slowly standing up above even the tallest of corn. The shape, which outlines were barely revealed by the light of the fire, was horrific. Haunting black eyes penetrated them as it with menacingly slowness raised its slender long arms out from its body.
The men looked at each other in agreement, and as before, no words had to be spoken. A simple nod sufficed. They started walking towards the slender being. Bloodied faces, stained by ashes and black soot... Whatever may come, they began the fight. Their fates awaited them.
lyrics
Fire - Surrounds us
Rituals - Mark their path
Mutilated corpses all amassed into piles
Rotten skins are burning, sky is filled with ash
Our days may be numbered, but we’ll make them last
Crop field death squad, rise
Fighting to demise
Crop field death squad, rise
Fighting to demise
Fire - Devours us
Rising Death – Imminent bane
Haunting black eyes, they penetrate
A form stands tall, above the rest
Burning hatred, our foe draws breath
Crop field death squad, rise
Fighting to demise
Crop field death squad, rise
Fighting to demise
I'll fight to end this now
Monolith approaches fast
I'll stand my ground - for the greater cause
Defilers - around us
Finally – The trial begins
I fill with rage and find myself
My inner wrath increases
Eye to eye, our melee begins
Crop field death squad, rise
Fighting to demise
Crop field death squad, rise
Fighting to demise
I fought without the pain of brothers fallen to its’ reign
I bled but shed no doubt that pushing our cause would crush them all
I fought without the pain of brothers fallen to its’ reign
I bled but shed no doubt that pushing our cause would crush them all
