When the pestilence was born from a rib of evil

The fear impends
knowledge is not too much
to fight her
fields get dark and the fire

Growls
You can't fight what you don't know

Her breath tasfes of death
her veil horribly
dances on faces
the reaper wing of death
has come to reap her victims
it's time to entrust souls

The pain increases
distintion doesn't exist
plague and hunger
don't support racial ideals
famine propagates
everybody is going to die

There won't be more peace
death grows up
the weight of
restruction
will rest on
like a capital punishment
the pestilential war starts
life remains
only useless memory