Winds Of Plague

To an empty sky Ill we’ve learned is how to die the next world war will be fought with stones and you will be striped of all fortunes.
The superior pillaged and left fir dead.
Bound by honor we’ll fight for confidance.
for once all men will be equal and only the strong will survive.
In my honor, we’ll fight for confidence.
When your wealth bears no meaning who will you turn to.
welcome back to the dark era when man is just a man threes no divine among us.