Stricken from below, the inevitable travellers nA mighty demon horde, on wings nthat brought them through the storms nWas not of this earth, nstill it was not flesh they craved nThe smell of human souls, nmade them rage upon this world nnLegion nThe wrath of gods nSent as formless hordes they swipe nEndless might, swarming nSteamed by pain to ravage earth nand claim its light nnFire strikes the earth as it ncommence none shall live nChaos rage the world humans nburning as they run nOn abyssal command they npunish the weak with their laws nThey came to claim the throne as nthey conquer every living soul nnSolo: Karlsson nnLegion nThe wrath of gods nSent as formless hordes they swipe nEndless might, swarming nSteamed by pain to ravage earth nand claim its light nnThrough demonic penetration nThe legion of the formless ones nare swarming demigods nSpread like plague it withers the earth nThe pain, the black, deeds of Pazuzu nnStricken from below, the inevitable travellers nA mighty demon horde, on wings nthat brought them through the storms nWas not of this earth, nstill it was not flesh they craved nThe smell of human souls, nnmade them rage upon this worldn