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Black hand reaches down to touch the lamb

Foul death unleashed upon the earth

On the village a pestilence descends

The people dancing to the harvest moon

Vex the night and haunt the visions of men

Rotting black fog hides the riders of doom

Plague Wielder unleashed upon the earth

Cutting down all that stands and breathes

Plague Wielder at the head of the horde of death

The conquering stench of all the worlds dead

Riding skeletal steeds clad in rotten mail

Putrid flesh grips rusted steel

Trampling hooves ring and spark on stone

Nameless death astride a deathless beast

Death comes for all, no flesh is spared

All men shall fall, wretched with terror

Creeping black death spreads like a fog

Moans of the dying echo and call

Sweeping through the village like a funeral wind

The horde of doom leaves devastation in its wake

Piled up corpse of endless generations

Worm chewed flesh bloating in the dark