• Earth, Air, Water, Fire,
    All the elements shall conspire,
    First comes Air with a breeze,
    So strong to bring you to your knees,
    Then you’ll feel the slow burn,
    As the Flames take their turn,
    Then the rain comes pouring down,
    And in Water you’ll slowly drown,
    After that you’ll feel the weight,
    As Earth releases all its hate,
    Spirit shall come for the final blow,
    And into the land of Death you shall go.