The plague of the earth unforgotten
Soon the foulest swarm of flies block the Sun
Dormant no longer - the wrath of the storms
All thy children drown in fear
As the swarm flew ever near
Devoid of the light that was given by the severed hands now anointed with ash
We bathe in the blood of the lions
From blackened clouds the ash did rain
All thy children drown in fear
In reverence we behold the victor
The sharpened sword in the pale hand of death
We followed the trail of the ravens
