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When the moon raises on the sky

I see emptiness of this world

And my paltry tired eyes

Are gazing into past

Demons hidden under

Darkness of the night

Sometimes I can see them

Sometimes they come back

Buried in the better times,

Paid for their sins and for their pride

Creating world better know to them

like painter with his dark aesthetics

merciless obscene rotting,

duelists of the human masses

I can hear funeral bell

Undead crusade starts again

Their hunt is on

They started killing

In name of forgotten gods

They’re spilling human blood

I wish it is not real

I wish i’ll soon awake from this nightmare

But it happens every day

This is the end that we reached

And when I look back into past

I see milions of desecrated graves

I see the fall of majestic metropolies

I see boiling blood of their ancestors

And now I’m witness of their triumph

Witness

Of the march of Greatest army

And I’m convinced

that nothing can stop them

Neither death

nor human power

They have risen

To strike the earth!