The End of Times

From the depths of hell they will rise
Wild as hell hounds, deadly as the grim reaper
They will roam this precious earth
Leaving chaos and destruction
Running rampant in their wake
They feel no pain, they feel no remorse
If you ever find yourself in their path
Nothing can save you from death's grasp
Your soul will be inredeemeable
For they'll rip it to tiny shreds
And crush whatever's unlucky enough to be left
They will bring forth the end off this world
Because if they rise the final hour of life
Has begun and not a soul, angel, demon or god
Will be able to stop them in their rampage
For even the devil himself will flee in terror
They are an evil that should have never been created
Because when they rise they will not stop
They will not rest untill there is nothing left
Gods will be slain, angels will fall
Demons crushed, souls obliterated
If those monsters wreack havoc on this universe
It'll be a reset of time, like nothing ever existed
They are The embodiment of Darkness
And they will bring about The End of Times