Destroyer of Worlds
From the burn of white clouds beneath the ash of death skies soaked in inferno's lust hands
reach to god in trust. Empires charred, driven will is shattered. Return to peaceful times as
war boots clatter emerge from the ruins and wave the white flag domination was handed
down within your sorrow it's time you bow down to the destroyer of worlds which for you
means no tomorrow.
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