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.