Riders of the Plague

The gathering now of storms within That whip and rip the stead, joined at the head Dying to make ready for the deliverance to the land The swarming devourers, the Murder Here are the fortunes to tell Of our demonic dreams the burnt fires of hell Pain

I will not bear the watch while the animated sadness releases A cyanide touch for us So utterly devastating its measure glides The breath that is born of behemoth size Unveiled exhumed when everything twists into form For you to see all in a perilous

Blinded behind walls of Self built stained glass Focus enters eyes well watered At last, the eyes with vision split Hewn end to end, life force leaked From sun-cracked skin In the blink of an eye, dying too is the quick This life story to tell with o