Black Plague

The stars in the sky have faded away
The time of your life has expierd
Death arives to your mind, and your soul.

Soon you will be on your way, torwards the gates
Heading torwards the land of the gates, where you will enter
On your way, underground in hell... in pure death and misery
A place you never thought you would see, a place out of the world
Wandering out of times of forgotton happyness.

Wandering out of this planet, horrfying images fill your mind
Through the lands of hatred and silance, through the gate of hell
Through the blood of a warriors body... to the end of the black gates
Heading torwards the gates, heading torwards the land of the gates
To the gates, to the black... dark gates of hell.