Burning stars fell from the cerulean sky.

 Twinkling children began to fly.

Dogmas of men left their page,

 As fearful sinners in the streets did rage.

Stones of old split asunder,

 As those that were slain rose from down under.

Prophets of old once told of this terrible day,

 When even the faithful would forget how to pray.

Burning streets now run red,

 As the demons take hold and devour the mounting dead.