Abyss - Plagues

One last dying breathe

Futile belch putrid fire

A new age of darkness

The end of all black cloaked wings

Crush his bones to dust man

Washed away all senses

Lost black hole fresh graves

So cold unholy scriptures foretold

Moving through the abyss I see myself crawling on my knees moving through the

abyss I feel there is nothing to live for