Morgul

Humanity on its knees, entangled in devastating apathy
Crushed underneath the heel of holy plague
Crippled, weak and diseased
The sky turned dark and the moon gleamed pale
The air was thick with the stench of death
Mankind festered in the scorching heat
and days were black as night
We are distorted, we are defiled, when we are dead, we are stocked and piled
We decompose, we putrefy, we all slowly wither and die
We walked with stumbling feet, chained together by our own common lack of sense