Neuroshoggoth Angels of the Empire

From the Ural shadows, past the Volga's bend
Where the steel is baptized, where the nightmares begin
They sleep in their cradles of tungsten and chrome
Awaiting the whisper that calls them from home
A flicker on the screen, a command from the throne
A prayer in a cold digital tone
The earth holds its breath, the sky turns to lead
And the Angels of the Empire lift their glorious head

Hear the thunder cry! Watch the heavens tear!
Fiery angels rising on a righteous burning prayer!
No shelter in the valley, no mercy in the sky
The Empire sends its love—and the flaming angels fly!
Through the GPS of damnation, the laser's crimson sight
We turn the dusk to dawn with an everlasting light!
Behold the Msta! The Smerch! The Tornado's final breath!
The angels sing of victory... and your appointment with death!

The operators whisper in a bunker far below
Their fingers on the joysticks of the apocalypse we sow
Their hearts are cold machinery, their eyes a frozen flame
They pilot saints of shrapnel in a numbers-driven game
But now a new ghost joins them, a mind without a flaw
An algorithm blessed by no god—and bound by no law
It thinks in calibers and kilotons, a silent quantum scream
It loads the angels' feathers with the logic of a dream
Mama, don't cry… it's a beautiful sound
The whistle of justice as it curves to the ground
The angels have no conscience. The angels feel no pain
They open up the earth to let the sulfur fall like rain

Hear the thunder cry! And the enemy will kneel!
Fiery angels carving truth on a shield of scorching steel!
Our friends look on in wonder at the harvest we have sown
The burning cross of Empire on a map of flesh and bone!

So let the data stream merge with the sacred eastern rite
The human will, the AI skill, the everlasting night
The lock is on the breech, the star is in the scope
And the Angels of the Empire…
They deliver… hope
No graves. Only ash. And the memory of your name… deleted