Rot Scent

A putrid countryside Plague-riven, war-scarred Rivers choked with the dead Corpse eaters rule the sky Broken men walk the roads Taking with sword and axe Villages decimated Laid godless and barren Rot Scent The cadaver wagons come Repent For hell awaits you Priests, spineless and slothful Refuge in their holy places Their chapels become tombs Mass grave of stone and timber Oath men, king’s men Made bandit by need, greed Ravaging the peasantry Glee in dishonor, disgrace