The sick begins that death him self has come again,The shade slips under the door that death strikes and begins,The shadow and the death comes and leans against you,you feel frail and dead the dark encloses you beware,The the shadow consumes you and you are a victim contestant you slowly vanish and perish then you become doomed,You find yourself in a bubble of shadow a crypt,Next thing your on a boat to a place called judgment day,You see a bright shape with a loud voice holding a scepter,You fear him and reply for your punishment with a stripped throat,Eagerly you try to answer there is no excuse,the figure descends you to hell you feel his judgment is wrong,Your gone in a gust you are broken,hurt you are gorged,burnt,scorched and forever and internally punished.