Storm of Plague
I summon thee to bring the end of days
You're praying for your life
I'm yearning for your death
Soon you'll rot away until there's nothing left
Storms arise
Elegantly taking human lives
Mortal souls shall die
There is no god to hear your cries
Storm of plagues
Discarding the human waste
I admire the decor
Bodies line the ocean floor
Thrill of the kill will not subside
My lust for carnage is divine
Plague and fear is spread worldwide
The dead wash up with the tide
Vomit forth blood inescapable disease
Piles of dead contaminate the seas
Storms arise
Elegantly taking human lives
Mortal souls shall die
There is no god to hear their cries
Storm of plagues
Discarding the human waste
I admire the decor
Bodies line the ocean floor
Your praying for your life
I'm yearning for your death
Soon you'll rot away
Until there's nothing left
There is no chance that you'll ever survive
Your life is near finished your soul is now mine
Voraciously drinking Your blood is my wine
Pain will subside with the passing of time
Destined for death since the moment of birth
Your rotting corpse is now one with the earth
Your final breath escapes your chest
There will be no one to mourn your death... Your death