Obsidian Gate - Plagues upon Them!

Behold, condemned ones
See, the sky becomes like tinted in sludge
And all water turned into blood
And the wind chants a hymn of death
Ruin, disease and decay

The land becomes flesh
By the crawling ones risen from rivers
Vermin feeds on the mortals
Famine and death ooze from a putrid breeze
Foul stench
Of the cadavers which litter the grounds,
Numberless in quantity
And the drums of war are beaten relentlessly

Plagues upon them!
Plagues upon them!

And all the cattle blisters and suffocates in purulence
Who eats from its flesh dies devoured from inside
Behold, woe has now come unto those who insulted the gods

Hailstorms smite the lands
Like skyforged cudgels, pounding and shattering the skulls of the damned
Pitchblack darkness crawls from beyond
To bury the carnage under its all-drowning, smouldering mass

A final breath
From your firstborn before they decease
In deep desolate silence
Lies the palace of a regent now rotting
Mass graves within the sands
All the traces of life remain buried
Punishment, ultimate endtime
Death takes his harvest a thousandfold

The gods have been speaking,
Alas the mortals did not hear
Who is not willing to hear must feel
The plagues upon them