Pale March

Curse of the world Riding from the depths From the abyss we all fear Harbingers of plague Our dreadful fate is near Death of hope, season of death Time to suffer, time to rue Peaceful nights long gone As greater fears come true Oh, Armageddon There's nowhere to run Our sanctum Our shrine now destroyed Aim of the bow Flash of the blade Hoofs set ablaze Tilt of the scale Swing of the scythe Void in their wake March on, pale march March on Walls painted white Ground painted red The prophecy starts to unfold Skies painted black Clouds painted green Behold the dawn of the end March on, pale march Plague, War Famine, Death The colors of the pale march