Grey ashen sky
Thick air raises,
Stench of putrid
Grim face of death
Stared deeply,
Swallowed the last remains
Black birds chant dawn of dead
The destruction of weak life
Funeral pyre of souls
Mercilessly raped by shadows
Mournful spirits cry in pain
On sunless cold grave
Black birds witness dawn of dead
The holocaust of weak life
Void of humanity
Gone is warmth of day
The grim destiny
Blackdeath reigns
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