Your world is in ruins.
The world senses is drembled in the dust.
Smoke rises from the ruins
and slowly wreathes in the dusk.
Begins to take shape.
Which is dark and ancient.
The smoke sets slowly.
A part of dusk goes with him.
It turns into his aura.
Our master stands on the dead planet victoriously.
The hordes of demons are having fun
among the corpses of angels.
Darkness covers everything again.
And from now on forever.
Who where against us are all killed.
Now the hell can extend everywhere.
Because god and his hordes
are subjugated in the dirt.
