Have you seen the sky as dark as this before, ancient gods preparing for the war. Hear the distant pounding of the drums below, we all knew the torment would be slow. Shattered, laid waste, ruin. Broken, buried days, ruin. Silence, ashes fall, ruin. Even vultures gone, ruin. Like a spell of magic there they come, the hordes, children of the abyss and their lords. Blessed now are the ones who cannot see those eyes, blessed is he who cannot hear their lies. Shattered, laid waste, ruin. Broken, buried days, ruin. Silence, ashes fall, ruin. Even vultures gone, ruin. Never saw the sky as dark as this before, ancient gods returning from the war. Hear the fading thunder of the drums below, we all knew the torment would be slow. Shattered, laid waste, ruin. Broken, buried days, ruin. Silence, ashes fall, ruin. Even vultures gone, ruin.
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