A figure covered in corpses
Leaving a trail of decay behind its steps
Where it walked, all the flowers withered
And children wept beside their rotting mothers

Church bells toll for a welcome
For the king radiating desolation
Walking amongst the folk
Cursing the feeble with cruel diseases

Suffering and fear
Desperation and anxiety
Corpses start to pile
Death is everywhere

There is no time for funerals
There is no time for mourning
Gather the bodies
And burn them all

Stench of rot and pus
Sights of dying men
Nothing is the same anymore
These must be the end of time