It was the day
The sun turned black
A haunting chant
Through the graves
They arose from their tombs
To sow the seed
For the pure cleansing soul

In rabid anger
A flood unleashed
It swept through the
Valleys and fields

Humanity forced
To breathe its last
The stench of the
Putrefied ones

The earth to be cleansed
From the parasitic plague
The shrieks of the dying
Form to a morbid hymn
That's hailing the
New achieved freedom
Freedom

Ages pass
The traces fade
The smell of
The rotten deceased

New beginnings
Bearing the hints
Of the life that's
Meant to be