كلمات The Great Mortality

Passing by closed doors No sounds but crying These are our chores Accompanying the dying Dressed in black we are Pestilence our vanguard Truly bizarre Our sanity's beyond scarred Rods and beaks, our only shield Funeral pyres light our was Death reaps this forsaken field Then sows only dismay Hear the devils cheers Everyone's doomed in this trial No need to waste your tears You'll join them in a while Heavenly decree Holocaust divine Anno Domini MCCCXLIX