O rich man in his tower
The holy ba*tard in a church
Starving wretch in his hovel
In d**h, all men are equal
Whispered in places shrouded in fog
It comes without vengeance or wrath
They fall around me before I can react
Us flesh slides off their skulls
O cold mist intrudes beneath the door
Clattering, rapping at the wood
Skeletal bands of the reaper
Pressing my back to the entrance
I scream, I pray, but disease still claims me!
God and majick forgotten
When flesh is laid to waste!
Sorrow devours me as I now understand
No man shall rise from this plague!
Oblitering, ripping with Scythe
Timeless stench, tattered robes suffocate me!
Trapped in silence screams, the corpses of my brothers
Look in with hollow eyes, their fate is now mine