Ground is trembling, severe stench engulfs
Fear possesses the weak being you are
With convulsive tremble of darkness
Our legions move, we are the horde
We come from the absence of light!
Squalor poisons the ground we walk
Diminishing who pray the falseness of the God
I am horde! We are horde! Yes, we are!
Intense fear, the trail you leave
Leads to vulgar death
We erupt the feast of the blackest path
Our touch alone, sets in soul bleed
wretched
unseen
trembling
darkness
suffer
fading
erupt
drained
convulsive
alone
ground
light
suffering
absence
knees
vulgar
diminishing
blackest
draining
bones
bring
falseness
death
horde
about
feast
flesh
intense
laughs
legions
brutality
engulfs
benighted
shall
leads
bleed
before
futile
feeble
squalor
human
leave
poisons
possesses
being
tremble
trail
severe
stench
touch
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