Deep in the night,
When the moon doth wake,
They shall emerge once more
Down from the hills,
They approach the town,
To commence their trollish brawl
Deep at night the ground will quake
None are left within their wake
The Carnage of the Damned!
Their horrid fingers
As big as Oaks,
For great fists of might
Two giant beasts,
Tower above the towns,
They both lock horns and fight
Sheep and cattle fly,
Tossed like stones across the sky
Blood is shed by all,
None can tell which one will fall
Tales of death and woe,
Flattened are the towns below
The hills from whence they came,
Have room for only one to reign
All through the night,
The chaos never ends,
Until one falls -
The Carnage of the Damned
Their hellish roars,
Are heard throughout the land,
When will it end?
The Carnage of the Damned

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