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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