Dalkhu - The Crack of Dusk

When time no longer exists
When humanity count their last second
Where all the greed and all the vengeance
Count as nothing… Nothing at all

It is here where our shell turns to dust
And our soul departs free
Nailed to the cross!

Warlock’s flesh drops on the ground
Spirits feast on his soul once again
So beautiful… So hypnotizing….
Once we were all like that… Children of God
If one must create one must destroy in order to create again
We are all useless creations left in between

Underworld is marching from the abyss
With black fist of fury they come to land of sin

Technological outbreak, nuclear devastation,
Machinegun artillery, physical endurance
Warfare of an inferior race

Spiritual leaders, misguided preachers
Non believers, true believers
Slaughtered one after one with no remorse
Evil is rising in all its glory
Abaddon grabbing his pieces of kingdom

It is here where our shells turn to dust
And our souls depart free
Nailed to the cross!

The war lasted for five months and not a day more
Mankind vanished with a light breeze over the mountain
Rivers of blood forming an ocean
Last portion of light escaped from this world
As first war ends with a dominant force