The sound of trumpets echoes throughout the world
Advocates lean before the demon's son
Worships and prayers compose under a restrained landscape
Succeeding to only withered murmurs and whispers
As the essence of man slowly converts to nonexistence
A low hum carves into the kindred nations from the sound of forewarning trumpets
Gates and doorways of martyrdom unsealed
The earth cracks open, revealing a deep and vast chasm,
An exposed cavity of earth
Hell spills onto human world soil
Demons ascend from the subsurface
Dehydration of past flourishing bodies of water, making the landscape deprives and desolate
Plagues of unhallowed locust thrive and seek torment
The new lord takes his throne
Aroma of the end spreads through the sky
The numbers within his kingdom diminish
The marks implanted beneath the flesh no longer favor or secures their safe being
Hundreds upon thousands now enslaved
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