Obscuring the Seventh Sun - Infecting the Swarm

Swarming like flies

Above a rotten carcass

The wings cut through air

A deafening sound

Streams of abyssals

Fill the sky

Locus hungry for prey

Their teeth cut deep

Ripping the weak to shreds

Only small rays of light

Break through a sky filled with flesh and bones

Encircling the monolith

Built by the priests of A’n Gol

Air trembles

As the legion rise

As the vermin stream

To the tower aflame

Streams of black

Cut through the land

Taking life after life

A loss without consequence

The masses too big

Shaking the cracking soil

The everlasting twilight

Turns to darkness

Light suffocates

Between their bleeding wings