The coming plague

Mine eyes have seen the horror of the coming of the plague As Pazuzu empties his bowls upon this feeble earth With every lick of his venomous tongue he poisons the wells and lays waste to fertile lands Acrid winds from the south-west bring famine, drought and despair Destruction above, destruction below, the sons of Abraham beware! He fought on the side of the Bearer of Light, a rotting shell his unholy reward He dances with Kali on the south-western wind Barking his blasphemous songs The faithful have gathered on Mount Sinai to pray for a harvest that's blessed But will the coming storm, brings a locust swarm that devours all in its path? Who can withstand Pazuzu's might? But faith in the Most High It is God Himself who commands him It is God Himself who compels him To hide in the flames of his Hell