When the scary wind blew
When it brought us the pest
When the trees darkened too
't was the Fever of Death.
Essences are to melt
Bodies are to disperce
Trampled thougths - they too fell
't was the Fever of Death.
Deadly fever's to turn
Into ashes your tears,
Scary fever to learn
Who's to die, who's to live.
And the wind that's summoned
Satan's hand's sending far.
Mutilated and dead
Burnt to ashes with pyres.
The destruction conceived,
Soweth death with black hands,
Spoiling thoughts and all limbs
Spreads among mortal men.
Deadly fever's to turn
Into ashes your tears,
Scary fever to learn
Who's to die, who's to live.
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