The world rots in the flames of pestilence. 
simple summoned flame can consequence so many carcasses in sacrifice. 
The bearer of a plague has fallen from above.

And he breathes a plague, a plague of [bad word] suffocation. 
No one can intervine. 
He breathes a horde, a horde of pestilential angels. 
To advocate his disease.

And he talks the tongue of the devil. 
No one will resist. 
NO ONE!

Into the flames, into the sorcery, can you feel the feathered wings you once had rotting away. 
In times of necromancy and black magic, an endless night has fallen.

And in this darkness an unspeakable POWER surges through the veins and the dismantled remains of a cadaverous mage. 
His soul slowly begins to decay.

His body parts reanimate. 
Heart pumping poison his corpse rises from its bloody grave, in a cloud of pollution.

Slowly crawling his dismembered anatomy affiliates, in a sea of poison.

Master in the art of death disease and decay he summons serpents by his side to revel in the [bad word] of an ancient world.

So lets spread this disease upon apocolyptic whispers that mortal minds will fail [bad word] 

Transparent chains bind mortals to the ground and in his poison they will drown.

This prophecy was foretold. 
Implanted beneath what was once angelic flesh, now nothing but a putrid rotting mess. 
plague contracted from a horde of damnation. 
The hourglass is almost empty for this world, the reaper’s song is spawned from [bad word] to gather the corpses. 
This undead wizard levitates, breathing a plague of suffocation he will rise and preach his word:

"Drown in this plague!" x2

Can you see the flames burning on the horizon? 
Mankind lay [bad word] as the last of their kind gather to make one last dying stand. 
As they approach him [bad word] and skin rots away. 
Decaying in their bravery, defiantly they crawl towards him. 
With a demonic voice eating at their thoughts:

"You cannot stop this plague, it is our destiny!" x2

"OUR DESTINY!"