A cruel sleep 'cross our landAll withered and dyingAs the fall, the victimsThey're dying a sad deathIn our land, we lay downAnd suffer againA dark girl'cross our landIs pacing. Is preyingAnd with her, a feverA marching black feverNo eyes see. No featuresJust black form, sufferingYou have her sympathyYou have her tearsShe tries only to takeAll your fearsThe pain she feelsWhen she drinks your soulIs hers to sufferIt is her tollBelieve me, she's helplessWhen she curses our landWhen she swallows lightIt's not her handPoison awaits when you kiss herHer heart cries out for you, for meUntold misery is hers to serveout for eternityOut cold. Mankind will stayforevermore if she gets her wayShe can't help it. It's her curseTo sing your pain in her own verseShe is the darkThe nightmares you hideThe pain you feelThe suffering insideThough she was like youThrough her dark pastBut now, the conquerorHer choirs vastOh, please forgive herAs mankind diesAs angels weepAnd heaven cries