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Pestilence, of sickness
of our doom
Consuming the old and the young
innocents stillborn in the womb

The first of the befallen man
This woeful curse forth by our own hands

are the seals, commence the end times
Open the of destruction

Battles abound on war
Hear the galloping of the horsemen
divine, the four shall align
Apocalyptic

A black shadow cast across the
your eyes on the scales of starvation
Famine all
Fulfilling this prophecy of

The arbiters of the come to claim what they are owed
Now reigns triumphant, no god will have mercy on our souls