Beneath the surface lies a legion of the darkest era
Buried in masses, burnt and left as ashes
The graves are filled with maggots eating, rotting flesh decay, slayed
Their life raped from them
They swarm like locust, in the form of spectral hate
Ghosts in the fog, reapers of the night, Disembodied souls, tormented in the
afterlife
Haunting the living, possessing the weak
Controlled by the army of torment, Seizing their mind, infiltration of insanity
Turning the pretty on each other
Tearing organs from their allies, now spread this flame
Tearing themselves apart from the inside, Once a protector, now an executioner
Soldiers of immortality
The dead will rise
The depths of hell await thee