Blessed by the virus of death

In a restricted and isolated area
Many experiments are being done
Everything is done with all security
Nothing could go wrong

Blessed by the virus of death
Is it the end of human race

One day the kept virus propagated by itself
Condemning all who lived there
Strange things started to happen
Death coming on a horse getting stronger

The plague is coming
And with it it's lord
Some people call him by his name
He marches bringing the plague the strong shall join him the weak will

He is on the other side
Of here there will be a battle
Between the dead and the living
And the job of the dead is to win

Raise the dead!!!

Some were not affected
Because the plague had it's chosen ones
In most cities there were
Burned infected people in flames