Plague March

Before the mighty kings Come tales of carrion wings A silence from within A plague upon the wind A whisper under breath The gentlest touch of death A thief of flesh and thought Lends speed to feet of rot March in lockstep to the drums Something wicked this way comes A blight upon the land Heralds the end of man As steady as the tide Upon a pale horse rides An omen on his scythe The stars go dark tonight Let merry loose and play A song of sweet decay The bells of lepers toll A pox upon your soul With blade and bolt of rust Comes legions from the dust Thus ends another age Before the lord of plagues March in lockstep to the drums Something wicked this way comes A blight upon the land Heralds the end of man As steady as the tide Upon a pale horse rides An omen on his scythe The stars go dark tonight