in vain they fight they have fell from their throne as the light faded from the horizon the ones of the nocturne awake darkness grants them its blessing and sends them out to hunt air is steaming as the horde leave its nest frost is covering the ground all life shall be raped by the dark as the resources expire the only thing that keeps the last bits of human race going is pure instinct of survival a herd of weaklings is lost in the ruins and panic is starting to rise the troops of decay smell their fear and are ready to strike air is steaming as the horde leave its nest frost is covering the ground all life shall be raped by the dark the scavenger of apocalypse will hunt you down until no life breeds until no life breeds until no life breeds behind the curtains of thorns far from the landscape of demise air freezes as the horde leaves the nest all life shall be raped by the dark