The stars will stop their twinkling,
And the wind will cease to blow.
The world will wait with baited breath,
For the horror from down below.
From the underworlds they'll come,
The fiercest of the fierce.
Demons, sprites, all them.
Through destiny their horns will pierce.
And he shall lead the unholy pack.
His very name strikes fear.
And his acts are indescribable,
Too horrible for tears.
The sire of Trigon shall call them in.
Lavender eyes fear-filled and wide.
There's no hope for anyone
No chance to run, no chance to hide.
So hold your loved ones one last time.
On the day when the wind will cease to blow.
And the stars will stop their twinkling.
As destruction comes from down below.
And say your prayers once again.
Repent for your sins.
As the world shatters around you.
And screams welcome The End.
