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...
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The End Of Human Race
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Dark Funeral |