Текст песни DAWN - Ride The Wings Of Pestilence
DAWN - Ride The Wings Of Pestilence слова песни
Текст песни DAWN - Ride The Wings Of Pestilence
Prologue: By the winter of 1350It swept the land in an uncontrolled outburstFamine, cold and pestilential miserySurely this must be a divine damnationPunishment from belowBe it devil or demon that reaps this cursed nationNo one of us deserves suffering thus( )Oh lord, what have we doneOh God, have you forsaken us?I ride the night airOn pestilential wingsI am the nightmareThat slays your kit and kinI ride your bed at nightAn incubus so vileMy work is seen throughoutThe smoke of funeral pyresBlack rats do my workPunishment beginsCover your face, everyone has heardHere is payment for your sinsThis epoch you won't forgetYou're burning from insideIn the final throes of horrid deathThe proudest men forget their prideThey cry in pain immensePraying to be sparedBut you god seems not to careMothers, daugters, fathers, sonsAll are pray alikeTwitching in rotten bowel runsI crave a heavy tollThe deadringers sound the bellFor all of you who fellIn reap the field in rageYou scream in mindless fearWhen gripped in my embraceI purify, you putrefy, the end I provideFor your blasphemy, I bring youdisease, a funeral feastI take the helm and steer you into, ahellish domainYou fall in the streets, sucumb inyour sheets, diabolic diseaseAnd you don't know whyWhy you children dieAnd you won't knowOn wings of death I rideNow summer has come overthe cityMidday heat is lowThe surviving few bring out their deadA neverending flow...I am the death, upon your black