March of the Black Death
beyond the gates before the graves
torch lit streets of death and agony
behind the door a dreadful sight instore
the last remains of the final reckoning

in the dead of night
the carts are passing by
red marks the black theres no turning back
judgement and distress gods day of wrath
the fight of mortal men against this pestilence

curse the day dark and grey
the smell of human flesh as it burns away
the sickness glares a breathless fate ensnares
reaching from the depths of darkest hate

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hear them marching underground
mounting numbers kingdoms fall

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