The hells are nearing, with every smoke and every bellow
Wings of rusted decay took over the skies above
Greeting the land with an envelopment of darkness below
Frenziedly grasping the last reins of life in this dark equation nobody could solve
Slaved away from our families, we broke
Punished and tortured, our skin tore
Bloodied cries fueled their minds, eyes cloaked
Tears of the remaining drying up, we swore
In this world governed by demons
Something in our eyes awoke
The hells are nearing,with every bile and every soul
Arms of alacritous revenge trudged their once-owned lands
Greeting the darkness with their own hello of devastation
With feverish detestation, the ones that should have never existed tasted our blessed extermination
Filled with loathing and countless sins,
Humans took their rightful place
And reigned as demons
//k.u.
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