Without warning or herald It appeared, a scythe upon the world The world now standing at bay One swift strike away Life turns to gloom Mass hysteria breaks Fear and hostility upon this earth now rakes Without warning, without grace A conclusion set for this feeble race The world now trembling at bay Deprived of light and day The world is drowning In this scourge unleashed Assailed by a darkness spreading like disease Virtues have fallen Lost with the Sun At last, it has begun...