Spores

From the dark of space they come now
Littering the soil with deadly spores

Planetary defenses fail to
Stop this invasion of Orks

Humid wet plains of this land
Breeding ground for whats to come

Genetic memory of the green kind
To start building and amassing arms

Dark days fall upon this place;
Ecosystems in disarray!

The killing begins again
Nothing ever changes, it's all the same!

They kill our mothers
And decapitate our sons

What more to expect from savage beasts
With savage tongues?

They speak of domination
Yet they do not know

Science and reason will come to this planet
And take control!

Mobs turn into warbands
And quickly into tribes
Ork on ork violence crumbles and stops!

Weapons made from schematics
Tucked away in their heads
A warboss emerges to lead them to death...

Die...
Faunic scum!

If the manifested beings do not kill you
You will succumb to death from inhalation

Lungs, they decay
As they grasp for their last oxygen intake

Ooze and puss flourish forth with only one task...