Текст песни Enochian Crescent -  Pestilence & Honey   
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You bury your Dead too shallow 
To get more flies, Pestilence and Honey 
 
A kindred Spirit I control your destiny 
What you smell is Fear As I cry to the Heavens 
 
Truth isn`t what it seems It`s what the Fool believes 
All the good one`s are Dead And all Guilt is relative 
 
For the sake of Veracity I thought I had lost it all 
But these years proved otherwise So much more was taken 
 
Dead eyes stare back at me His promises like Honey flow 
Sweetness veils the rotting Flesh 
And steaming Stench of thousands of Graves 
 
What you sense is True Evil What you smell is True Fear 
What you spread is a Miasma of Flies Pestilence and Honey 
 
Every Headstone tells a Story Of Pestilence and Honey 
(and of even more flies) So pale the Pleasure so pale the Pain 
Because every Headstone tells a Story 
All the good one`s are Dead All the good one`s are Dead