The age of the storm has come
and with it the end of man.
The rise of the
hybrid race
and the crowning of a new darkness.
In darkness we cease to
excist
as we fall into emptiness.
The winds blow freezing the earth to the
core,
nothing can live on in this endless storm.
Can you see the instinct
to kill within my eyes,
the thirst for blood is overwealming.
Man's
foolishness is sicking.
This is the age of emptiness.
The skys above are
growing dark,
the age of man has come to an end.
As the fires begin to
diminish,
our blindness has lead to ultimate demise.
In this sunless, eternal
winter,
our power is taken from our hands before our eyes.
As man cowers
before the might of their race,
we surrender our freedom and our lives.
Now
and forever we cease to excist.
Now and forever we do not excist.
Can you
see the instinct to kill within my eyes,
the thirst for blood is
overwealming.
man's foolishness is sicking.
This is the age of
emptiness.
The great storm is upon us and with it comes the greatest
threat,
man has ever known. Those too weak to stand up and fight
look to the
sky with their arms open wide.
Consumed by emptiness in the absense of their
god.
This is the age of the storm.
There will be no survival.
This is the
end of mankind.
There wont be a trace left behind.
