Bleeding meadows leaking disgust of man,
Wanting to know who such harm will end.
Kill the shepards, kill the sheep,
But who will god attend?
Darken skys come forth,
Left the heard and the grain,
and shadow my years of effort.
Never will we eat again.

Lighten the rays of death,
Let them know of my presence.
I shall approach their soul
And let them feel my essence.
I want them dead,
All good, not left for the devour.
Never again shall they live,
For now on and forever.