We are the wopshippers of plague Well hidden in shadows we dwell For so long we have waited for darkness to come For a cure against mankind For a cure against the flocks of sheep We are his scythe And deep we will cut For we are called by a darkness for a sinister crusade Our most secret wish - to bring ill into this world Our most secret desire - for piles of flesh on fire We stay concealed and unnamedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
