The Great Mortality - Apocalypse Orchestra

Passing by closed doors

No sounds but crying

These are our chores

Accompanying the dying

Dressed in black we are

Pestilence our vanguard

Truly bizarre

Our sanity’s beyond scarred

Rods and beaks, our only shield

Funeral pyres light our way

Death reaps this forsaken field

Then sows only dismay

Hear the devils cheers

Everyone’s doomed in this trial

No need to waste your tears

You’ll join them in a while

Heavenly decree

Holocaust divine

Anno Domini