Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night

For the arrow that flieth by day

For the pestilence that walketh in darkness

For the destruction that wasteth at noonday

A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand

At thy right hand: but it shall not come nigh thee

Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold

And see the reward of the wicked.»

One last

Perfect night of life on earth

I saw a pestilence descend on wings

Plague black

As it rode the ancient star wind

There are

Things more horrible than death