The distant whispers
The strident lamentations
A plight of unknown men
A burden of the frail
Crying out

It came to these shores
This emissary of blight

I saw the death outside my door
I heard the cries and felt the shame
I could never have conceived
That fate would draw my name

This breath is not my breath
Drawn of borrowed time
This blood a poisoned well
I am the ruiner
…and the ruined

Excruciation
A chorus of disease

I saw the death that lay in store
I let the cries and felt the pain
I could never have conceived
That fate would draw my name

This breath is not my breath
Drawn of borrowed time
This blood a poisoned well
I am the ruiner
…and the ruined