[bad word] from beneath the aching earth. The predestined death of the weak and rotten, fragile core. Forgotten depths moan with failed attempts to embellish in the rays of the sun. You humans continue to walk blindly to your imminent doom. Everlasting darkness reigns from the depths below and spills on the soil of your [bad word] forefathers. The locust horde feeds on the decaying flesh of your damned sons and daughters. We are an enemy that will force humanity to take their last steps towards extinction. The offspring of the human race shall be severed from their mother's womb. Feel your bones [bad word] against the might of the locust horde. We fight alone and we will stand on your corpses to do so. Infinite sky looks down upon a finite race, ready to take us in as her own. We demand the heads of all your foolish gods. You'll [bad word] death with nothing but open arms.