Drawn behind the light.
Put in the shadow of knowledge.
The warmachine of man,
has been corrupted.
By fungus.

It has infiltrated their systems.
It has poisoned their ransions.
It has made the ones who´d suceeded to rid the disease,
turn cannibalistic, since it's spreading through the flesh.
It has them... heavily... hallucinated.

And while the futile humans rest.
In their now so dreamy mind.
The fungus' takes control, desocrates and pollutes
the world with spores of flaming death.

And the deceased ones, will not rest.
They shall count the milleniums,
in a deep dark space, with no doors.