Текст песни Solitude Aeturnus - Plague Of Procreation
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In the world of distortionsProcreation our doomImages set before usWeigh false in truthSwords from other landsAre wet with bloodAn enemy invades usThe great plague has comeLeaders of the twisted sectBackwards in their loveBind upon terrors chainShackles of the prophet`s visionChorus:The Plague of ProcreationThe white satin bloodThe Plague of ProcreationOn Earth it is doneIn a madman`s deliveranceDestruction`s fireThis drive inside our veinsOnly fool`s desireThrough shallow cities vastCrying souls pray for deathLike ruins that never collapseIn the final face of regret