A Constant Storm - Pale March

Curse of the world

Riding from the depths
From the abyss we all fear
Harbingers of plague
Our dreadful fate is near

Death of hope, season of death
Time to suffer, time to rue
Peaceful nights long gone
As greater fears come true

Oh, Armageddon
There's nowhere to run
Our sanctum
Our shrine now destroyed

Aim of the bow
Flash of the blade
Hoofs set ablaze
Tilt of the scale
Swing of the scythe
Void in their wake

March on, pale march
March on

Walls painted white
Ground painted red
The prophecy starts to unfold

Skies painted black
Clouds painted green
Behold the dawn of the end

March on, pale march

Plague, War
Famine, Death

The colors of the pale march