Contagion

borne of

phantom vessel of the deep



Ancient

Infection

Bring the mortals to their knees



Brought to lands of simple beauty and splendor

The reeking stench of pestilence
Taking all, without preconception

Turning laughter into pleas for mercy



Harkened plague, the king of kings

Conquering, on blackened wings 



The hour

of judgement

has come



Waking from a terrible dream
To discover that reality is worse

Bodies laid to rest, in civilized streets

Stacked like sod, ripped away from earth 



Contagion born of phantom vessel
Spreading forth, this ceaseless death



Awakening

Approaching nightmare



Barren lands of chaos and illness

Noble men, butchered like swine
Each and every day, a fine one to die on
The gaze of death, burned in your mind



Contagion born of phantom vessel

Wretchedly, we draw our final breath