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In the depths of fiery wrath, where shadows writhe and demons dance, Hell's strongest furies rise, clad in armor of malevolence. Serpents coil around their limbs, venomous rage in their eyes, Forged in the flames of torment, they heed the devil's cries.

Bathed in the blood of fallen angels, They march through the infernal night. A symphony of screams echoes in their wake, As they unleash the darkness, ready to incite.
Hell's strongest furies, bound by hatred's spell, Fanning the flames of chaos, where damned souls dwell. Their war cry echoes through the abyss, Infernal legions rise, sealed with a devil's kiss.
Wielding blades forged in sin, cutting through the cosmic veil, They ride on steeds of brimstone, leaving trails of hellish hail. A tempest of damnation, a storm of fiery might, In the abyssal symphony, they are the lords of the night.
Bathed in the blood of fallen angels, They march through the infernal night. A symphony of screams echoes in their wake, As they unleash the darkness, ready to incite.
Hell's strongest furies, bound by hatred's spell, Fanning the flames of chaos, where damned souls dwell. Their war cry echoes through the abyss, Infernal legions rise, sealed with a devil's kiss.
The underworld trembles at their command, A legion of tormentors in the devil's hand. Blackened wings spread, casting shadows wide, In the realm of suffering, they'll forever bide.
Hell's strongest furies, bound by hatred's spell, Fanning the flames of chaos, where damned souls dwell. Their war cry echoes through the abyss, Infernal legions rise, sealed with a devil's kiss.
As the embers of destruction settle in the dark, The strongest furies rest, leaving a scarred mark. In the eternal dance of shadows and flame, Hell's mightiest warriors await their next claim.

Description

In the depths of fiery wrath, where shadows writhe and demons dance, Hell's strongest furies rise, clad in armor of malevolence. Serpents coil around their limbs, venomous rage in their eyes, Forged in the flames of torment, they heed the devil's cries.

Bathed in the blood of fallen angels, They march through the infernal night. A symphony of screams echoes in their wake, As they unleash the darkness, ready to incite.
Hell's strongest furies, bound by hatred's spell, Fanning the flames of chaos, where damned souls dwell. Their war cry echoes through the abyss, Infernal legions rise, sealed with a devil's kiss.
Wielding blades forged in sin, cutting through the cosmic veil, They ride on steeds of brimstone, leaving trails of hellish hail. A tempest of damnation, a storm of fiery might, In the abyssal symphony, they are the lords of the night.
Bathed in the blood of fallen angels, They march through the infernal night. A symphony of screams echoes in their wake, As they unleash the darkness, ready to incite.
Hell's strongest furies, bound by hatred's spell, Fanning the flames of chaos, where damned souls dwell. Their war cry echoes through the abyss, Infernal legions rise, sealed with a devil's kiss.
The underworld trembles at their command, A legion of tormentors in the devil's hand. Blackened wings spread, casting shadows wide, In the realm of suffering, they'll forever bide.
Hell's strongest furies, bound by hatred's spell, Fanning the flames of chaos, where damned souls dwell. Their war cry echoes through the abyss, Infernal legions rise, sealed with a devil's kiss.
As the embers of destruction settle in the dark, The strongest furies rest, leaving a scarred mark. In the eternal dance of shadows and flame, Hell's mightiest warriors await their next claim.