The distant whispers The strident lamentations A plight of unknown men A burden of the frail Crying out It came to these shores This emissary of blight I saw the death outside my door I heard the cries and felt the shame I could never have conceived That fate would draw my name This breath is not my breath Drawn of borrowed time This blood a poisoned well I am the ruiner ...and the ruined Excruciation A chorus of disease I saw the death that lay in store I let the cries and felt the pain I could never have conceived That fate would draw my name This breath is not my breath Drawn of borrowed time This blood a poisoned well I am the ruiner ...and the ruined