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Dark Funeral The End Of Human Race

of the demon locusts The destroyer lord, and chosen son of the apocalypse This for sure, is the end - of human race Thunder roars, the abyss now, gaping wide Darkness

the demon locusts The destroyer lord, and chosen son of the apocalypse This for sure, is the end - of human race Thunder roars, the abyss now, gaping wide Darkness

great becoming the final end of human race End of days - coming the storm Challenging mankind - in a violent form Demise of man, earth and all existence In a dark funeral

in a bloody storm of dust my eyes are sharing the darkness at dawn. A new solistice is coming covering the daylight with a dark veil as a funeral curtain