In the waters are lurking
The beasts of old times
In the woods ghost whisper
Sending shivers down your spine

Presence of poison is felt in the air
Reek of the corpses, whispers of pray

Fogs are rolling through meadows
Sucking breath from a lung
Rats are swarming like maggots
Kings of new dawn

Ambience of terror, shreds of despair
Cleansing of weak ones, time of mass graves

Bearing stare of the Reaper - coughing blood
On our knees we are weaker - than ever before
Morbid and bleak, ominous and sick

Silence's making pits deeper
Stacking bodies on piles
Plague is closing the cycle
Spreading wings with a smile

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