From Bulwark to Bane - Today I Caught The Plague

Let your name echo on
Off my tongue
I fear no timely death
All mortal suffering I defy
With faith no savior ought deny
I watch the wraiths as they're gathering
Preceding Yama on a buffalo steed
He's bearing down with malevolence
On me
Should I relent and lay trust in your goodness
In descent through the crust in to darkness
My Shiva I'm fading Don't forsake me defend
Spare me this end
There is a slightest hinting breeze
Dare I awake to what surrounds my vicinity
Rising up I find myself embracing sights familiar
Still like homelands left in wake of war
And what form is this that lies before me now
Yama is your name ol' tyrant infamed
Gripping your noose with cadaverous jade hands
Oh Shiva you've fell death
Indebting corporeal
We who so anxiously drew breath
But as living laws crumble
We've lost sight of justice
Perhaps not deities
But our own mortality instills in us all our morality
Deathless existence has become the worst fate I'd imagine
Return mortal curse