Ten Thousand Come
Devouring your existence
Whats left of your land remains in ashes
Fire flaring from their mouths of vengeance
Thousands hung from the color of each behemoth

The bone crushing roars sound from miles
The coming of your demise begins with fractured land
Rising sulfur from the pits of hell seeping up your limbs
How do you want to die?

Damage is done as you suffer slowing death
Take a look at the nothing thats created
Destruction and terror from the monsters that you fear
The Army of Behemoths burned their mark as you suffer eternal damnation

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