In the year of my lord our faith was sealed an odd gloom filled the streets Our doom was forecast
boils plague the face of men no one could withstand medicines and rituals a race against the time
black rats and merchant ships spreading the unknowing curse A countdown to the moment we all die
I will collect you your soul is mine
pandemic in our streets despair within our hearts an unknown illness an unknown cause
even our mighty priest would not know what spell was cast fall to the feet of god realize you've been left
We cannot walk the streets anymore corpses linger and stench remains we have met our end the world will fall
I will collect you your soul is mine
Who can escape an unholy curse flames might dispose this fury divine the pope hides in shadows behind a cinder so fierce fear not my men for cowardice is a sin
By the end of the storm millions where lost In the next years the curse had past Not without trace did this darkness leave villages deserted rivers soaked in blood
Accept your mortal fate Embrace the end of time
We cannot walk the streets anymore corpses linger and stench remains we have met our end the world will fallTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
