The tide of war is upon us 

They march the battlefields of Novus 

On their heels a bloody trail thus follows 

Behold! Empire Accretia. 



Beware, you meat! Your flesh is weak! 

Empire Accretia 



From the clone pods to the albariums 

Diminishing the worth of self 

They teach them not to feel 

The lessons are taught in steel. 



Beware, you meat! Your flesh is weak! 

Empire Accretia 



In the pursuit of physical perfection 

Flesh and steel in one unholy union 

Technology is the new, chosen religion 

Bastard sons of the techno-demon.