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In the darkness the shadows creep,
watch the creatures as they weep.
Turn your head toward the sky
the moons blood red the hopless cry.
They bellow out sounds of despair,
a glimpse of the unholy is quite rare.
The noise becomes sedating,
the empty pleas and failed bating.
Listen to the horrid rumbles of the thunder,
the lightening makes the creatures sunder.
A battle of all thats unholy but who will persevere,
all your prayers will not help you or put you in the clear.
The earth begins to crack under their feet,
these creatures freeze fearing who they will meet.
These are the fallen he has deemed to sit by his side,
theres no time to repent or places to hide.
