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Here they come, the winged minions of the dark lord |
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As black clouds, they block the light of the sun |
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By their side, flies the king of the demon locusts |
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The destroyer lord, and chosen son of the apocalypse |
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This for sure, is the end - of human race |
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Thunder roars, the abyss now, gaping wide |
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Darkness unleash, it's armies upon the world |
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The air filled with the stench of sulphur... |
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And burning flesh... |
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When the humans thought, they had seen the worst of hell |
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The ground explodes and fills the sky of dirt, and shattered bone |
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The necro-lord, rises from below |
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Gathered stands, the rest of his merciless horde |
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The merciless horde |
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The very few that might be alive, will be taken by the flames |
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The world is on fire, the flames climb higher... |
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The humans - erased |
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Now on the site, of where this slaughter took place |
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One building rise, built by the infernal race |
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A monument of evil, entirely made out of bones |
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It's all that remains - of the human race |
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The world is on fire - the flames climb higher... |
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"A time lost to the pestilent horrors of a new demonic age" |
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"Impaled atop the monument the tortured will burn" |
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"Forever..." |
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The very few that might be alive, will be taken by the flames |
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The world is on fire - the flames climb higher... |
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The humans erased... |