Illnath

She sweeps the doorstep, a well-used broom
Bring diseases and plague, the ultimate doom
By witchcraft of trolls she casts her spells
With curses from heaven and blessing from hell
With the unholy rain and the northern breeze
She curses the land with her broom-sweeps of disease
While beasts obey her commanding word
She sweeps mankind from the face of the earth
A damp air surround what's left
A faint touch of decay
A vast wreck yard is all that's left
Ruins of yesterday
Cultural monuments scattered
Metal Archives suxxx
Broken, crushed, betrayed
As the survivors rise and start again
Trying to find a way
Plague! The devil is amongst us
Plague! Demise!
Plague! Run and hide the youngsters