On raging winds the red clouds form. . .
Prepared now for a Demon storm. . .
The time has come for them to feed. . .
To rape the world and spread their seed. . .

Lightning streaks are tearing down. . .
They hit the earth to scortch the ground. . .
They rip the land on which we walk. . .
Creating pits where demons stalk. . .

Once in every 1,000 years. . .
They come to revel in your fears. . .
They walk upon the lands of men. . .
The earth is but a feasting den. . .

They torture first, then eat the dead. . .
They live for pain and thrive on dread. . .
They kill the good, recruit the bad. . .
From biggest man, to smallest lad. . .

They care not what is in your heart. . .
They thirst for tearing souls apart. . .
They bathe in pools of flowing blood. . .
As dark as pitch and thick as mud. . .

The clouds begin to slowly break. . .
The sun shines through in tiny wakes. . .
They crawl back to the pits that formed. . .
Thus ends another demon storm. . .