For the gloom of gold and glory, I have sold my soul. Blackened are the sunny days, the dark side takes control. Hell awaits as nightmares haunt me, demons in my head. Satan waits with patient joy, he'll greet me when I'm dead. Foul desease hangs in the air.
Corpses rot live to die.
Fate selects with closed eyes. Black Death rules the country and rageess through the land. Victims drop like flies, there seems to be no end. Cities turn to ghost towns awaiting what will come. People froze with fear, nowhere you could run.