Skaven 1996 - Blessed are The Worms.....For They Shall Inherit This Barren Dirt! 7 - Abscess
Black clouds on a black plane, in a black heart that know no sun, no flowers of trees, summer breeze, only disease... make them all die slowly. A pale horse, on a pale plain, in a pale mind, that knows no light, the factories of disease, with their acrid smoke... make them all die slowly. A child cries, to blind eyes, in a lonely place, full of misery, no flowers of trees, summer breeze, death and disease... watch them all die slowly.
I look in your eyes, deceit is what i find. your feeling sad, but you left us behind. Sold your soul, so that's how it goes... make them die slow. Your life's blood is control, feeding off power that you stole, with a hollow heart you carve the abcess in your soul. Carving this abcess, this abcess in your soul. ... hollow hearted ... you're soon to be departed.