They were born on the feast of the weak They revealed the repulsion of things They were spread like a deadly disease They corrupted the chambers within It was foretold, it was imminent That tragic deaths would be held for them They were the children of the swamp Their sickness would be ceased They had no place to run Their resources had been sealed They were trapped in the fields of deceit They were fooled by a marvelous treat They were slaughtered with bestial conceit Their cadavers were burnt underneath Sane existence, sane collapse It was foretold, it was imminent That tragic deaths would be held for them They were the children of the swamp Their sickness would be ceased They had no place to run Their resources had been sealed Sane existence, sane collapse Their remembrance has withered Their extinction was not mourned