It was a cold October
night long ago on an epoch of Darkness.
A fearfull cry sounds: "Plague
!"
Awe, Terror, Disease.
Demons rule in this Devil's
land.
The air is cold and misty.
A putrid stench fills this
foggy air.
Over the loosened paving
stones i see, the shadow of a lost undertaker approaching Me.
Black Death.
A pest-spirit I am.
The jaws of Death open
wide.
My cold hearth fills again,
with the Blood of this doomed mortal's fright.
Black Death invades: "Pest
ban !"
Lost and doomed.
A city falls.
Corpses, Skeletons, Cadavers.
A diseased stumbling mortal
coughes, seven more doomed.
Black Death.
Gloom, Silence, Death.
Horror, Pestilence, Pain.
Gray faces choking.
Scared faces dying.
A robust wooden wagon piled
with corpses rolls by.
Black Death.
Visions of Death.
Visions of suffering.
No doors stop Us.
No bolts stop Us.
The highest walls.
The thickest walls.
The strongest walls.
Like a flood We pass.
From house to house We
ravage.
We are the Ghouls.
We are the Children of
the Underworld.
Born of Earth.
Liberation unto Tiamat.
Queen of Ghouls.
Wreaker of Pain.
Poisonous smells everywhere
prevail.
Our magic never fails.
Decayed roofs crush in
on the forgotten remains of Prey.
Under the sand We dwell,
at night we come.
Black Death.
Misery, Anger, Fear.
From cold flesh, dead eyes
stare at Me.
From a cold skull I drink
with tremendous extacy.
From foolish attemps to
cure,
poisonous, infectious blood
is let free.
Black Death.
Contamination, Unnatural
Emaciation, Affliction.
Sick suffering living cadavers.
Tormented innocence.
No doors can hold Us back.
No bolts can stop Us.
Amid dark, narrow and filthy
lanes on cold funeral winds We ride.
Black Death.
Open the Gates of Time.
Be Ye cast into a New Millenium.
We worship Thee.
King of Terror.
Dark and Fatal Force.
Black Death.
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