Earth torn from it's path by meteoric pass
Showered by debris
Continents crumble, our cities funeral pyres
Crash into the sea
The Sun has turned to black
No turning back
They hide amongst the stars and wait
Reaper's shadow cast across the aftermath
We cannot escape
Everlasting night, return to pagan rites
The old ones rule supreme
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