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 sanitys beyond scarred rods and beaks our only shield funeral pyres light our way death reaps this forsaken field then sows only dismay hear the devils cheers everyones doomed in this trial no need to waste your tears youll join them in a while heavenly decree holocaust divine anno domini 1349