Smoke drifts across the sky.
The cities burning.
Ashes fly.
Vapor rises up from the sewers,
like souls departing from this world.
A mother's screams pierce the air,
as her child is engulfed by the flames.
The Devil is raising an army.
Down below the chosen go.
To serve their new master.
He raises his army to break free,
from his fiery prison.
To cast down the arrogant angels,
the ones to lock him in his burning cage.
To set free the souls of the Dammed,
to run rampant in the world of men.
If Heaven were protecting them,
it would have never have came to this.
Its time unleash.
A new world order.
