In vain they fight They have fell from their throne As the light faded from the horizon The ones of the nocturn awake Darkness grants them its blessing And sends them out to hunt Air is steaming as the horde leaves its nest Frost covering the ground All life shall be raped by the dark As the resources expire The only thing that keeps the last bits of human race going Is pure instinct of survival A herd of weaklings is lost in the ruins And panic is starting to rise The troops of decay smell their fear and are ready to strike Air is steaming as the horde leaves its nest Frost covering the ground All life shall be raped by the dark The scavengers of apocalypse Will hunt you down Until No Life Breeds Until No Life Breeds Until No Life Breeds Behing the curtains of thorns Far from the landscape of demise Air freezes as the horde leaves the nest All life shall be raped by the dark