here they come the winged minions of the dark lord as black clouds they block the light of the sun by their side flies the king of demon locusts destroyer lord and chosen son of the apocalypse this for sure is the end of human race thunder roar the abyss now gaping wide darkness unleash its armies upon the world the air filled with stench of sulphur and burning flesh when the humans thought they d seen the worst of hell the ground explodes and fills the sky of dirt shattered bone necro lord rises from below gathered stand the rest of his merciless horde the merciless horde very few that might be alive will be taken by the flames the world is on fire the flames climb higher the humans erased now on the site of where this slaughter took place one building rise built by infernal race a monument of evil entirely made out of bones it s all that remains of human race world is on fire the flames climb higher a time lost to the pestilent horrors of a new demonic age impaled atop the monument tortured will burn forever  very few that might be alive will be taken by the flames world is on fire the flames climb higher the humans erased