The ejecta cloud forms and fills the air with a thick molten dust. 11.1 on the Richter Scale reshaping the Earth’s crust. Visited by their reaper who burns brighter than a million suns. Countless waves of disaster will hit no matter where they run. 135 Million years are gone in the blink of an eye. Their dynasties are shattered, no matter how they died. Millions of years of evolution but still no adaptation; From the raining fire, mega-tsunamis, and prehistoric suffocation.
Lost in the shadows of time, no chance to dig their graves. Their lives preserved in stone, their death is served in waves. No way to prevent their catastrophic demise. The annihilation reigns on, until their end arrives.
Escape is impossible, Hydrogen Sulfide kills each breath. The body count grows more and more, they can’t escape their death. All life is ending without a warning, how will they survive? All life is ending without a warning; they had no chance to try. Shrouded in total darkness, the sun is blocked out for months. Stripped of vegetation and there are none left to hunt. Dry conditions cause a vacuum to suck in every flame. The giants are boiled alive; the giants have died in vain.
Lost in the shadows of time, no chance to dig their graves. Their lives preserved in stone, their death is served in waves. No way to prevent their catastrophic demise. The annihilation reigns on, until their end arrives. Prehistoric Suffocation.
Solo: Jonah Kay
Solo: Kyle Edissi
What gives life can take it away a lot easier than we see. Shifting plates cause trembling quakes, massive waves, and eruptions. Meteor raining down for miles, surrounding land is so hostile; safety is nothing but a dream. Apocalyptic damage causes, colossal kings enormous losses; in their fossils you can hear them scream. You can hear them scream.
The ecosystem crashes down, the food chain links have snapped. Danger lurks in every direction and leaves the few left trapped. The survivors endure a morbid torture, their bodies slowly rot. Ambushed by an army that in no way could be fought. They had no wrath-ridden God to save them, or to leave them in dismay. Now their remaining evidence is encased on a display. No nuclear war can ever produce the sheer devastation. Although history repeats itself, we will be the next extinction.
Lost in the shadows of time, no chance to dig their graves. Their lives preserved in stone, their death is served in waves. No way to prevent their catastrophic demise. The annihilation reigns on, until their end arrives. Prehistoric Suffocation.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
