| A court suddenly awaken by sirens screams |
| Infecting hordes attack the king |
| The ugly virus in my realm |
| Stinking flesh swarm taints my sleep |
| A big red shape spreads like a coil |
| The Reaper’s conquest, the burning soil |
| How to leave the loss, nowhere to run and hide |
| The bad seed is in the ground, everything’s defiled |
| Hounded by the plague, I’m doomed to fall |
| Hounded by the dead, I’ve sworn to fall |
| Rampageous fever ruins everywhere |
| The vile trick has miserably failed |
| Rotten misery rages out there |
| To their illness I’m slave |
| I’m doomed to fall, a fatal plot is hatched against me |
| I leave this throne to run towards the end |
| Beyond the road, beyond my throne, towards nowhere |
| I put my hearse on the road |
| I ride to fall, I’m doomed to fall |
| Here they come, the ugly mass comes forth |
| As autumn leaves plenty of lives drop |
| Chaos rules supreme, creeps crawl within |
| The black scum with demon wings |
| From their hovels the sicks come gathering at my feet |
| Look at the fortress I’ve built on sweat and flowing tears |
| How to leave the loss, nowhere to run and hide |
| The bad seed is in the ground, everything’s defiled |
| Hounded by the plague, I’m doomed to fall |
| Hounded by the dead, I’ve sworn to fall |
| A big red shape spreads like a coil |
| The Reaper’s conquest, the burning soil. |