Berserker (feat. Oliver Rae Aleron And Dallas Toler)

Under unequivocal advisement
For the lightmass offensive
The pressure's mounting on the high command of locust headship
On heaps of bodies burning
The uzil stands before him
He lunges forward and implants the blade of desecration
Slaying their squadron leader, surveying grand destruction
Laughing in satisfaction as he disposes the lieutenant
On heaps of bodies burning
The uzil stands before him
He beckons onward as he calls upon the wrath of the berserker

Raam swears an oath of blood to kill and torture their people
Decimating every mind and soul with evil feats beyond control
Rogue and seething, a numb demeanor redeeming
Slaughtering the enemies of the state is what is done for the queen’s bidding
Laughing in satisfaction as he disposes the lieutenant
On heaps of bodies burning
The uzil stands before him
Dark spell in memoriam
The dark horse of nexus now calls upon the wrath of the berserker

Into the tomb of the unknown
The coalition knowing not what awaits them
Escape into a crypt of insanity
A squadron marching on into biotic absurdity
Capitulate

Alone at last from enemies asunder
They venture deeper into blackened depths so unfamiliar
The roars and cries of a blinded behemoth
They reach its source, staring in the face of death itself
Berserker
Berserker

As he lunges forward and embeds the blade of sacrilegious desecration without disdain
Dark horse of nexus fulfilling his declaration
Staring in his eyes in the moment he died
An instant to capitulate before his body's tossed aside
A spawn of terror imploring his fabled berserker
As he lunges forward and embeds the blade of sacrilegious desecration without disdain
Dark horse of nexus fulfilling his declaration
Hidden in the tombs, they know not what is awaiting them
Cowering in fear, for they can hear her battle cry

Under unequivocal advisement
For the lightmass offensive
The pressure's mounting on the high command of locust headship
On heaps of bodies burning
The uzil stands before him
He lunges forward and implants the blade of desecration
Slaying their squadron leader, surveying grand destruction
Laughing in satisfaction as he disposes the lieutenant
On heaps of bodies burning
The uzil stands before him
He beckons onward as he calls upon the wrath of the berserker

To kill all left is his prerogative
Rise, berserker
Alone at last from enemies asunder
They venture deeper into blackened depths so unfamiliar
The roars and cries of a blinded behemoth
They reach the source, her voice tumultuous
Resilient humans gaze on death itself
For now they hear her chilling battle cry
Berserker