All man fell by his scythe Once the fever got you in its grasp There is but one more day left of your life Black Death Pestilence Black Death Pestilence
Now here he creeps, punks and freaks I'm talking about virus from the streets Spread that virus, go for ??? Take down the resistance of yourself Smoke
see And I am evil, I am disaster, I am catastrophe By the end of 1352, two thirds are gone A horrible tale of pestilence and plague, darkness and woe
Storms from the gods Make us perish with thunder Starvation and drought Are amidst on this earth Greed what you sow from all bleed and our treasures
of these fools Release the soul, from within the flash Cleanse the soul, of their lives Cleanse the soul of impurity Sickness Unyielding pestilence
Since the dawn of creation Mankind has been hexed Constantly torn by forces Beyond comprehension The endless struggle Of pestilence and rapture They
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
you have behind... Prophet of pestilence Holding on to the sounds of the weak without Forces of tyranny in the night In the dreams he will rise right on Prophet of pestilence
darkest atrocity Welcome me, mortal beings to a world a cry of fear Incursions to evil shattered are your dreams My breath, a torrid wind of immortal pestilence
Inflict the seed of Eve upon me The heritage of Cain can't be undone This my rejection, this my denial That stirs with repulsive mortifications They
then run like thieves Live and learn The value of vice Pestilence You're all afflicted Live and learn The value of vice Pestilence You're all afflicted
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Hiding behind the shadows, I'll be waiting in the dark To drive this blade straight through your heart I'll drag your body to the car as blood races down
Storms from the Gods make us Perish with hunger Starvation and drought Are unleashed on this earth Reap what you sow From our greed and our treasures
A curse of the unity of the undead Has reached the poisoned souls Middle ages time of the pestilence Cruelty of unreached thrones The pestilence The
Heralds of Pestilence Blackest Plague Rusheth through the Land Burning Evil Winds Carry Sickness Invoking the Bitter Venom of the Gods Loathsome Sickening
Scientists have been researching for decennaries The possibilities of genetic manipulation Division of cells and degrading tests Helped them to create
