The virus attacked without rhyme or reason
No similarity given for those who first died
From tens to millions of people were taken
A cure not possible for the disease inside
Quicker than fire the bug grew in numbers
The ability for salvation lost to technology
Quiet assassins took residence among travelers
The outbreak taking souls from land and sea
Misguided terrorists thought they could control it
But the wrath of nature had different plans
For those who created destruction for others
Succumbed themselves to their own bloody hands
When the plague finally ended its tenure
No distinction existed among those who did live
Boundaries had faded along with religion
Redemption no longer possible for mankind to give
