[bad word] sleep 'cross our land
 All withered and dying
 As the[y] fall, the victims
 They're dying a sad death
 In our land, we lay down
 And suffer again

 dark girl 'cross our land
 Is pacing. Is preying
 And with her, a fever
 marching black fever
 No eyes see. No features
 Just black form, suffering

 You have her sympathy
 You have her tears
 She tries only to take
 All your fears
 The pain she feels
 When she drinks your soul
 Is hers to suffer
 It is her toll
 Believe me, she's helpless
 When she curses our [signs "your"?] land
 When she swallows light
 It's not her hand

 Poison awaits when you kiss her
 Her heart cries out for you, for me
 Untold misery is hers to serve
 out for eternity
 Out cold. Mankind will stay
 forevermore if she gets her way
 She can't help it. It's her curse
 To sing your pain in her own verse

 She is the dark
 The nightmares you hide
 The pain you feel
 The suffering inside
 Though she was like you
 Through her dark past
 But now, the conqueror
 Her choirs vast
 Oh, please forgive her
 As mankind dies
 As angels weep
 And heaven cries