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    Ride The Wings Of Pestilence

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    Добавлена 1 сентября 2011 пользователем Iron Man

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    [Prologue:]
    By the winter of 1350
    It swept the land in an uncontrolled outburst
    Famine, cold and pestilential misery
    Surely this must be a divine damnation
    Punishment from below
    Be it devil or demon that reaps this cursed nation
    No one of us deserves suffering thus
    Oh lord, what have we done
    Oh God, have you forsaken us?
    I ride the night air
    On pestilential wings
    I am the nightmare
    That slays your kit and kin
    I ride your bed at night
    An incubus so vile
    My work is seen throughout
    The smoke of funeral pyres
    Black rats do my work
    Punishment begins
    Cover your face, everyone has heard
    Here is payment for your sins
    This epoch you won?t forget
    Youre burning from inside
    In the final throes of horrid death
    The proudest men forget their pride
    They cry in pain immense
    Praying to be spared
    But you god seems not to care
    Mothers, daugters, fathers, sons
    All are pray alike
    Twitching in rotten bowel runs
    I crave a heavy toll
    The deadringers sound the bell
    For all of you who fell
    In reap the field in rage
    You scream in mindless fear
    When gripped in my embrace
    I purify, you putrefy, the end I provide
    For your blasphemy, I bring you
    disease, a funeral feast
    I take the helm and steer you into, a
    hellish domain
    You fall in the streets, sucumb in
    your sheets, diabolic disease
    And you dont know why
    Why you children die
    And you wont know
    On wings of death I ride
    Now summer has come over
    the city
    Midday heat is low
    The surviving few bring out their dead
    A neverending flow...
    I am the death, upon your black
    breath, I am black death
    I am the reason, that children lie
    crying, watching their parents dying
    And I am formless, always
    relentless, something you cannot see
    And I am evil, I am disaster, I am
    catastrophe
    By the end of 1352, two thirds are gone
    A horrible tale of pestilence and
    plague, darkness and woe
    Now I subside, slowly die out,
    yet I have won
    But I will return, in futures to come,
    in different forms
    [ Ride The Wings Of Pestilence Lyrics ]
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