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Dry plains no vegetation, branches fall down to the ground

Rats flee the climate changes, devastation without a sound

Travelled down the old dirt highway, docked ships they are the chosen

Ground, consume and spread the death pandemic to every city and

Every town

(Spread)

Board up the windows, board up the doors

Isolated laid on the floor, panic strikes abandoned kin

For the infection soon sets in

Stacked and burned the lifeless bodies, a grave yard made of the town

Forget all morals forget all faith nowhere to grieve no one to hate

Knowledge Is stagnated underdeveloped human minds

Ungathered crops the world is fractured interpretation as the gods

(Death)

(Run)

Mortuary choked with corpses

Bewildered thoughts run through the head

Eyes burn the boils form

Pestilence is on the breath

Inflammation defecation chest pains the fever strikes

Black spots, failing breathe

The circulation of approaching death