Ridden with a strange disease A reminder of the mists Which covered mountains Wastelands and seas alike And descended like An untearable shroud The fevered dreams it bred The pain and woes it summoned Dread, hysteria, madness Were unlike anything Known to man Were unlike anything The world has ever seen Yet no one died From that mysterious disease Even though many were longing For the final shiver And the very last breath To put an end to this Overarching obscurity But like a smoldering fire The scourge sprawled out Conquered the lands Possessed man everywhere Countless helpless attempts were made Still no cure could be found All of a sudden and without warning The plague came to an end Vanished as it had appeared But in their minds It still lingers on.