Passing by closed doors
No sounds but crying
These are our chores
Accompanying the dying
Dressed in black we are
Pestilence our vanguard
Truly bizarre
Our sanity's beyond scarred
Rods and beaks, our only shield
Funeral pyres light our way
Death reaps this forsaken field
Then sows only dismay
Hear the devils cheers
Everyone's doomed in this trial
No need to waste your tears
You'll join them in a while
Heavenly decree
Holocaust divine
Anno Domini
1349
Rods and beaks, our only shield
Funeral pyres light our way
Death reaps this forsaken field
Then sows only dismay
Rods and beaks, our only shield
Funeral pyres light our way
Death reaps this forsaken field
Then sows only dismay
Rods and beaks, our only shield
Funeral pyres light our way
Death reaps this forsaken field
Then sows only dismay