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Ride The Wings Of Pestilence

[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 wont forget

You're 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 don't know why

Why you children die

And you won't 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

Ride The Wings Of Pestilence /

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