• The fires of oblivion rain upon the Earth,
    The many claws of Death amid its wake,
    The green-and-blue skin's ruin, the bloody sores' birth;
    Man's strength fails, his sharp sword breaks.
    The omens of otherwordly doom are spurned;
    The grapeshot unloaded, the cannons unaimed,
    And innocents die, cities broken and burned.
    Flashes of fateful light cover the sky,
    The wings of man perish in flame;
    The bane of the poeple descends from high,
    And those others who die have themselves to blame.
    Angels of rescue come to man's aid;
    Those caught in the ruin appear to be saved,
    But lo, hellfire flies as the angels rise,
    And the flying band of saviours dies.
    Hope is lost, and God is a lie;
    Those who are condemned can only ask, "Why?"
    Yet the black, horned devils create a nightmare unrealistic;
    Rampaging, Evil, Angry, Powerful, Endless, Relentless, Sadistic.