Katauris - Kingdom of Woe -

The bells toll hollow through the rotting dawn
A whisper of death rides the stagnant wind

Blackened air choking the streets of the damned
Flesh wilts under shadows that no sun can withstand

Carts piled high with the weight of the dead
Prayers fall silent while the fever spreads

Bones crack
Veins turn black
The reaper walks and never looks back
No light
No cure
No salvation in the filth we endure

O plague that reigns unchallenged
Drain the breath from trembling souls
The world collapses under your throne of pestilence
A crown of sores a kingdom of woe

Mothers wail as the children fall silent
Cities crumble into chaos and violence
Rats scurry through the ruins of fate
Carrying doom through every broken gate

Swell of rot
Infection divine
The body fails as the stars realign

All paths
All prayers
Lead only to the grave that waits for us there

O plague that reigns unchallenged
Drain the breath from trembling souls
The world collapses under your throne of pestilence
A crown of sores a kingdom of woe

Hear the coughing chorus rise as torches dim
A requiem of agony sung from every limb
Pus and fever bind all men to the same fate
No king no peasant escapes the hand of hate

Fall
Fall
Fall before the plague enthralled

Monks scrawl verses of despair on decayed parchment
Church doors splinter under the weight of lament
Plague pits swallow names that history forgets
Hope decays in the bile of the afflicted breaths

Tear the flesh
Drain the light
Let the pestilence rewrite the night

O plague that reigns unchallenged
Drain the breath from trembling souls
The world collapses under your throne of pestilence
A crown of sores a kingdom of woe

Silence settles on the earth like ash
From the bones of millions the ages turn
And in the hollow stillness of a world reclaimed
Only the shadow of the Black Death burns.