Apotropaic - Dawn of Disease

Evil are the spirits

That enter in you now

It was long before

The birth of your saviour

When they were created

To bring harm upon mankind

Symbolic actions

Rituals of magic

The curse has been

Set upon you

Protection against the scourge

There is no grace

No shelter in this

Haunted creature

Bid farewell to your faith

While you are taken

By the wraith

Even if you are buried alive

With stones on your chest

The apparition that has entered you

Will never find rest