A big, vast open space
All seems well
All seems calm
A peace you'd only known in dream lures you into the plain
You advance
You march onward, pushed by the courage of a painless night
That's when you see it
All is rotten
In the kingdom of the plague
All goes to the earth in deathly decay and you
You poor imprudent fool
Your insolence will cost you your life
For when you rot
You rot for all of eternity
Sweet dreams, my son
May the worms take you slowly