Abaddon's Horde - With Blood Comes Cleansing

As the pit is opened up the smoke will fill the sky

As the air is filled with darkness, they shall begin to fly

These demon locusts, will obey their king

Commanded not to kill their victims only to sting

Shaped like horses prepared for battle, with the power of a scorpion

Released to torture God’s opposition, all the rejecters all the blasphemers

Death shall flee

There is no way out

Hear their victims' screams as they fill the sky

Cursed to feel the torture, they long to die

These demon locusts will obey their king

Commanded not to kill their victims, only to sting

Death shall flee