Soulstorm of the Wicked (Ghostlords of the Witch)

      
   “Through disease, war and self-destruction the Cunaim city-state fell
They was the greatest of them all who spiraled down broken stairs into hell,
      “Those other city-states the Cunaim controlled were put in their place
Even though limited freedom was given they were still looked upon with disgrace,

      “One vassal state secretly breed a generation until they bled poisonous blood
Every year performing an evil ritual holiday of sinister loyalty and fake love,
      “With a form of Seppuku they would drain themselves dry
Upon farming fields, sewers and drinking water causing the Cunaim to slowly die,  

      “And when death whispered and the Cunaim enemies were at the gate
With soul determination the Cunaim sold their fate,
      “Giving it all to the Dark Maze Witch through days of willing sacrificial death
Becoming the Soulstorm of the Wicked a incorporeal abomination of the living breath,

      “Wicked hazards, tortured souls and dark genocide the witch combined as one
Causing thousands to spread as evil weather blotting out the light of the Sun,
      “A ghostly mass of transparent bodies whirling about as a storm of dark-gray energy
Displaying expressions of pain and terrifying hurt which screamed loss and misery,

      “The Soulstorm of the Wicked roared with a hurricane might
A warning to all that live it is an abomination against life,
      “Its evil wind begin hunting the population like animals viciously
With a goal to painfully erase his enemies from history,

      “Mechanical devices ceased to function as metal started to corrode
Simple items such as doors and clocks all of a sudden magically froze,
      “Plant life withered and died for hundreds of miles around
While buildings instantly fell into ruin becoming grey dust upon the ground,
      
      “Faster and faster the Soulstorm of the Wicked spun
Exploding the bodies it entered outwards thru the chest and lung,
      “Scattering the mutilated flesh that combined with its chaotic swirl
Adding extra destruction already on a devastated world,

      “Shadow pollen drifted on the wind that savagely cannibalized strength  
As the Soulstorm of the Wicked drowned or suffocated randomly as a dark gift,       
      “Many tongues of Soulstorm’s victims were transformed into lightning in their mouth
While countless others were turned screaming inside-out,             
            
   “Floating in a disintegrating temple of the final Cunaim sacrifice
The Dark Maze Witch bear witness at her new Ghostlords apocalyptic might,
      “Annihilating souls, emotions and flesh with its howling song
Until the last of The Soulstorm of the Wicked enemies were completely gone”