• When the sky has turned pitch black,
    And the clock of doom strickes twelve.
    The hour of purification comes,
    Begin opening up the realms.

    Demons will come flooding in,
    Like a sea of rage and hate.
    Blood will overwhelm our earth,
    Soon it will no longer rain.

    The day has finally come, for human kind to die.
    This purge of darkness summoned, from the blackened skies.
    like moths to flame we gather, upon lands of ice and snow.
    Doom, death and destruction, fatigue begins to show.

    Eclipse of Eternal Darkness, rising from the night.
    The moon will block the sun, and vanquish all thats light.
    Our lands begin to wither, slowly die and fade.
    Now there's nothing more to do, but dwell upon the shade.

    Your life will soon end, taken by my knife.
    The sea's will rise again, and destroy remaining life.
    Our earth becomes a barren wasteland, no one can survive.
    Only darkness shall conquer, satanic life-forms rise.

    Historic monuments will be wiped out, crashing upon the ground.
    Contenents will be destroyed, nothing will be found.
    Our atmosphere will shatter, from all our toxic waste.
    We lived upon our deathbed, living under shame.