Empty Graves

He summoned the Plague,

He had a sick plan,

Though all of the details were vague,

He was still a deranged madman,

And all he saw was,

Empty Graves

Soon the Plague began to rise,

And the soulless bodies began to walk,

And we saw the approach of our demise,

All we could do was stare in shock,

At the sight of the,

Empty Graves

Soon a great battle ensued,

As we fought the horde,

But soon came an end to the feud,

When we defeated the demonic Overlord.

And soon we marched toward the,

Empty Graves

We burned the encroaching multitude,

And they were doomed,

They soon fell into the blood they spewed,

And they then were consumed,

They then filled the,

Empty Graves

All of the masses were dead,

But soon more appeared,

But our weapons are what they were fed,

And now we are what they feared,

Those wretched humans now fill our,

Empty Graves