You know the sun doesn't shine in the shadows.
The Army of hectics marches though the Darkness.
Enslaving the mindless, digging to find their soul.
Blinded by chaos in an empty world.
The ghouls rise in the corners of the crypts.
Poised for onslaught by Hell.
All Hail Lucifer. Protector of the Underworld.
Walking shadow, crisp low growl hypnotizering memorized foes, nails as sharp as blades.
Top ground, Earth, spiraling through wormholes.