|
The sound of trumpets echoes throughout the world |
|
Advocates lean before the demon's son |
|
Worships and prayers compose under a restrained landscape |
|
Succeeding to only withered murmurs and whispers |
|
As the essence of man slowly converts to nonexistence |
|
A low hum carves into the kindred nations from the sound of forewarning trumpets |
|
Gates and doorways of martyrdom unsealed |
|
The earth cracks open, revealing a deep and vast chasm, |
|
An exposed cavity of earth |
|
Hell spills onto human world soil |
|
Demons ascend from the subsurface |
|
Dehydration of past flourishing bodies of water, making the landscape deprives and desolate |
|
Plagues of unhallowed locust thrive and seek torment |
|
The new lord takes his throne |
|
Aroma of the end spreads through the sky |
|
The numbers within his kingdom diminish |
|
The marks implanted beneath the flesh no longer favor or secures their safe being |
|
Hundreds upon thousands now enslaved |
