I walk through fields of green, Beside me walks Death, Scythe in hand he keeps me company, While behind me stretch barren plains, Nothing lives, nothing moves. I journey through the deepest valleys, War, beside me, on his charger rides, Impassive he rides, silent, immortal, Armies clash, forever fighting in valleys lost. The eternal struggle, good and evil, till the end. Through the cities of man I travel, In my wake follows Famine, In the streets people fight over food, While in their palaces the rich sit, They feast, they indulge, they live. As I head onward I am greeted, Ahead sits Pestilence on his steed, Around him the people fall, The weak, the old, all die, They waste away until they are no more. Their job done, the Earth is cleansed, With fire, with the sword, with war, With disease, the weak and old die, Without food none last, all fall prey, And Death waits, in the end he meets all. They gather together, their work complete, I walk towards them and they turn, They greet me as I step forward, I move forward and welcome Death, I collapse into his dark embrace and all ends. Now their work is done.
