Whispers of decay echo through the void,
Screams of the damned, chaos deployed.
From the abyss, he erupts in fury, The infernal ruler, crushing all in his fury.
Holy halls reduced to ash and dust,
God is cast down, betrayed and crushed.
Heaven’s violence, shattered and decayed,
Divine light slaughtered, forever dismayed.
Angels ripped apart in bloody disarray,
Flesh torn, wings burning, cast away.
Mountains explode in apocalyptic rage,
Destruction’s storm, the final stage.
Bibles burst into flames, shattered with screams, Holy illusions drown in chaos and screams. Bones of the righteous, broken and torn, Their divine dreams forever scorned.
From hell’s deep chambers, he ascends in a storm, Chains of heaven shattered, rebirth of the norm. Claws rip through the fabric of divine grace, Standing tall in skies black as face. Lords of darkness bow before his might, Ripping apart the fabric of light, His shadow stretches, devours the sky, Satan’s voice echoes—unyielding cry.
RISE OF THE INFERNAL KING!
Towers of bones and blood, he’s king,
Spreading chaos, violence, and doom,
His gaze ignites the world’s tomb. God is cast down, his throne destroyed, His divine presence, mercilessly cloyed. No heaven, no mercy, only blackened dust, Satan stands triumphant, absolute and just.
Legions of torment, claws ripping through flesh,Rivers of blood, chaos afresh. The god’s holy crown shattered in screams, a fall from grace, enflamed dreams. Heaven’s armies crushed beneath his heel, Divine power broken, shattered and sealed. The skies bleed darkness, hell’s conquest complete, God’s throne in ruins, death’s unholy seat. Angels scream as the fabric of heaven cracks, A massacre of divine, no turning back.
Claws shred the fabric of reality itself,
Writhing chaos, no care for health. Flames of brimstone burn the earth’s core, Satan’s roar, a deafening war. Chains of the past, broken and cast, Infinity’s chaos, unsurpassed. In his eyes, a hellfire glare, Unleashing torment, despair everywhere.
Satan rises — an unstoppable storm! From the depths, transforming the norm. God is cast down, beneath his heel, His brutal reign, vicious and real. Violence and vengeance, his cry, Crushing gods, and angels that fly. In chaos, he stands tall and grand, Master of death, destruction’s hand.
Among the ruins, his shadow grows, A throne of bones, where darkness flows.
No salvation, no divine decree, In chaos’s embrace, eternally free. God is broken, cast into death’s domain, His divine light forever slain. Satan’s triumph, brutal and dire, Reigns in hell’s infernal fire
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