No more ringing bells No silent cry For those who chose pray or alcohol (or other god) Death was knocking at the door The black lord blowed For last time Man sank in the black of dust No helping hand to grab While plague is spreading hate No more love at plebe's fate
Lost suffering souls Black bitter tears Flying raven's gazes To the witches Deal with the devil Sale of souls The bells of death In the reign of...
Empty streets Empty eyes Empty souls Empty hearts
Are the witches The mothers of the plague? Or maybe is he, the devil himself? All thatʼs known to us Is this terrible truth: No priest or doctor can Save these lands These painful dark winds Whispered to punish sins Invoked silently evil Screamed like a black eagle
The wagon of death Wandered on the streets Withering naive lifes While sniffing its smell Bringing back echoes Of desperation And pouring bane In the land of...
Empty streets Empty eyes Empty souls Empty heartsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
