• Wings of skin fly

    Nothing coming from above

    Fire on the ground burning at feet

    Evil around all, darkness comes to be

    Fear drowns out all else

    No light shines through ash filled clouds

    Night not beginning for some time

    Already appearing with creatures beside

    red in eyes deep

    Glowing in the shadows near

    Filling air with a dusted breeze

    Demons call out with echoed screech

    Through wind they fly

    Soaring past undead below

    sky spotless with dark.

    They fall from high diving low

    With splitting fangs the demons call once more

    Shadow overtakes

    Leaving the world, in a quite sleep