An apoplectic swarm descends In the recesses of fear Permeating powers in exile Dismal fate awaits Silently all crouched in dark Praying that they're not found out Tears flow, withered hope Cataclysmic insurrection Calculated decimation Screams conform As scourge adorns the skies Wretched bodies lie Where thrones did reside Helpless: their forthcoming end Shadows crossing in, Piercing from within Souls devouring themselves Lucidly watching Their end draw nigh From the wounds they bare Cut by their own lies The forthcoming end Of, their diseased souls Bearing down Upon these bleeding sheep The forthcoming end In fear without a single defense The end of their life