The End of Human Race

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...