Fire erupts onto pristine sky, like hellish paint on a canvas divine. The Creatures below cry out in fear as monsters below begin to appear.
Hark and cry, run and hide, for the Legion Comes.
The demons below begin their slaughter, the trees and water are cannon fodder. The young and old try to run, but their fates have been sold.
Hark and cry, run and die, for the Legion Comes.
Shadow and Flame destroy the land, the ground below turns to bloodied sand. The world engulfs in hellfire, all that remains are crumbling spires and as quickly as the horrors came, they fade, leaving the place a world of decay.
Hark and cry, times gone by, for the Legion had Come.