Death

En sang jeg skrev da jeg var i lidt pessimistisk humør.

Death
It's the absolute end
Nothing were before
Nothing comes after

They come in the night
Come when darkness approaches
You can hear their footsteps
At the dawn of night

They bring despair
They bring destruction
In their presence
Chaos thrives

You can hear their laughter
The laugther of the Unliving
You find them as Vermin
Rats and Lice

They were created to spread
The plague of chaos
The Black Death
The obliterator of mankind

You cannot fight them
To fight you must see
There is no savior
Infection is obsolete

It ends as it started
With sorrow and death
None will survive
Chaos reckons

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