A Constant Storm - Pale March

Curse of the world
Riding from the depths
From the abyss we all fear
Harbingers of plague
Our dreadful fate is near
Death of hope, season of death
Time to suffer, time to rue
Peaceful nights long gone
As greater fears come true
Oh, Armageddon
There's nowhere to run
Our sanctum
Our shrine now destroyed
Aim of the bow
Flash of the blade
Hoofs set ablaze
Tilt of the scale
Swing of the scythe
Void in their wake
March on, pale march
March on
Walls painted white
Ground painted red
The prophecy starts to unfold
Skies painted black
Clouds painted green
Behold the dawn of the end
March on, pale march
Plague, War
Famine, Death
The colors of the pale march
The colors of the pale march

Written by:
Daniel Laureano

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