A figure covered in corpses Leaving a trail of decay behind its steps Where it walked, all the flowers withered And children wept beside their rotting mothers
Church bells toll for a welcome For the king radiating desolation Walking amongst the folk Cursing the feeble with cruel diseases
Suffering and fear Desperation and anxiety Corpses start to pile Death is everywhere
There is no time for funerals There is no time for mourning Gather the bodies And burn them all
Stench of rot and pus Sights of dying men Nothing is the same anymore These must be the end of timeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
