Attacked by interstellar demonic forces in giant robot armor. Temple One-Nineteen fell within a matter of hours. As the temple fell in flames. The virginial high-priestesses were all dragged out into the courtyard and ritually sodomized by the five story tall robots.
Lyrics
(translated from the robotic-demon subharmonic emissions):
For the Glory of Il-Babbeth!
Our horns are sharpened on the walls of the Peace-Lovers!
Our demonic robot missile launching interstellar war platforms belch forth fury unto the wretched innocence below!
We shall have our (purpose) in the blood of our enemies!
Come now!
Azeth!
Befel!
Caridor!
Demelfar!
Ekkiah!
Falok!
Gor!
Hazme!
Iok!
Jaruth!
Koth!
Li Z'bel!
Mukat!
Ngo'tel!
Orgatron!
Pwa-Tuk!
Qrddl!
Rak!
Sildarr!
T'kox!
Theris Kaddo!
Uggi G'thig!
Vyron Dishear!
Warlus!
Xagge Dfis!
and
Zharen L'ghk!
Destroy!
The pattern of beauty amd life must be stripped from the desolate rock of this place and abominated before the eyes of our Lord!
See! the walls are burning!
The Temple is Breached!
Make haste that none may escape to the wastes of Kal Por Nath!
Into the Fissure!
Scour Every living object from within, Destroy entirely the Web of Life in this Place!
For it is abhorent to our (purpose)!
Defile the carcass of this hall with our robot seed, and destroy from within!
Are all the ***** counted?
The "gates" are all burned?
Their ashes drowned in blood and cast upon the seventeen moons to be lost?
Then come, let us destroy the power of their priestesses!
We must foul all in this place!
Thrust the sword of our robotics into their womb, and let it turn all to cinder!
But only give these last no death, until they are all forgotten. Let their weeping flood all things where they tread, that our (purpose) shall spread across this realm before us!
Now, trample their name that we may leave this place a stain on the (soil), to blot out all but our doing.
And leave the shattered bones of their purpose, Leave the scattered walls and broken fragments of this place to the glory of our Lord.
This blood smeared resting place of the Cail E'tar will flow with our hatred for eternity, as the life of these vanquished flows before us, drenching the firmament with the (purpose) of
Il-Babbeth!
