We, the Dead

We, the dead in order to form a more perfect hell
Have declared to drag you to where we dwell
You have been tried and judged on your many deeds
As we sweep the land on our pale steeds

None have escaped us throughout history
Carthage, Atlantis, even the Roanoke mystery
We will purge this land without mercy or pity
No country is safe, nor state or city

As we roam through the land from county to county
We will complete our task and collect our bounty
Your puny lives are not all that’s at stake
For the souls of the living are ours to take

We feast on your tears and screams of pain
Yet you fight and you hope though there is nothing to gain
You are not the first nor will be the last
For we are throughout time, the future and the past

You think your fates are yours to decide
No matter how far, you can never hide
From war and famine and even plague
No one is left, and none can be saved