I walk like a living corpse among you, My uclers are full of hate and abcess is filled by pain. I promised to judge a sinners, it is nothing new And soon the guilty will be withness of the ****** rain.
At first my war will tear the world apart. Then my famine will break survivors down. All things will try to rise but truth of plague is like a dart, And my last friend named death will cover all around.
Perhaps I will not call them back, Until my enemies not die to last one. I smile and laugh and go to hugs of Black* His arms so cold and soft; My job is done.