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Текст песни Nocturnal Rites - Black Death

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The countess was laughing She looked out the plague from her throne By the gate in the darkness The crowd was screaming in pain Cursed of sickness by starving People dying slow They are burning their bodies, the victims The plague got in hold The plague is getting in its hold There is no way to escape The old man conquered her throne So it`s been told A new day was rising The unknown came riding along An old man with power and strength To conquer the throne In shelter of darkness The people were standing strong By their leader the old man They are hunting the countess down

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