Plague Peasant

I harvest the fallen mortals

Throw them down to pits and forget their glory

I feel their death inside my spine

Don’t come near me

Can’t you hear when I play my flute to mark my way

And the years are getting worse

More rotten dreams and skulls

I have fear no more

See the dead men walk alone

See the living, walk alone

Can you see the dead men walk alone?

Bring them to the hounds and gates of

Hell

Years go past me, a red path follows as my flute fills the air

And the times are getting worse

More poison, blood and ruins

I’ll bury you all

The dark corners of the world keep me from living

The life of a real mortal being

I carry the weight of a thousand kings

To break this curse forever

I won’t show my face

For I am hidden

Behind a mask

To stay among the living

See the dead, walk alone

See the living, walk alone

Can you see the dead men walk alone?

Bring them to the hounds and gates of hell

To the gates of hell