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From distant shores she moves with the wind
On rivers red, through poisoned streams
A plague angel float the seas
Mother Pestilence

We found comfort in her
In her black, withering embrace
We felt the warmth in her
In her fever, the illness in her face
We found comfort in her
In her black, withering embrace
We felt the warmth in her
In her fever, the illness in her face

With ill intent she greets us well
From home to home to fill the tombs
She poured the illness into our wounds
Mother Pestilence

Seed to sow and life to reap
Bodies wither and burn from the inside
Seed is sown and life is reaped
As she moves with the furious winds
Seed to sow and life to reap
Bodies wither and burn from the inside
Seed is sown and life is reaped
As she moves with the furious winds

When skin is touched by her embrace
And the winds she whispered found the trace
Into our pores
Within our lungs
We become her grey silent tongue

From distant shores she moves with the wind
On rivers red, through poisoned streams
A plague angel float the seas
Mother Pestilence

We found comfort in her
In her black, withering embrace
We felt the warmth in her
In her fever, the illness in her face
We found comfort in her
In her black, withering embrace
We felt the warmth in her
In her fever, the illness in her face

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