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