Riding further into life’s shadow
With pestilence as my stead.
Tearing up dirt from the meadow,
Demanding that these lands bleed.
Frothing forth from the mouth
The plague that I breath.
Sword stabbing at the truth,
In lies I can breed.
Now, the time has come
I come forth for that which I need.
I’ll develop, a monster to become,
From your rotten flesh I’ll feed.