Текст (слова) песни: Dawn - Ride the wings of pestilence

Prologue: By the winter of 1350
It swept the land in an uncontrolled outburst
Famine, cold and pestilential misery
Surely this must be a divine damnation
Punishment from below
Be it devil or demon that reaps this cursed nation
No one of us deserves suffering thus
Oh lord, what have we done
Oh God, have you forsaken us?

I ride the night air
On pestilential wings
I am the nightmare
That slays your kit and kin
I ride your bed at night
An incubus so vile
My work is seen throughout
The smoke of funeral pyres
Black rats do my work
Punishment begins
Cover your face, everyone has heard
Here is payment for your sins

This epoch you won`t forget
You`re burning from inside
In the final throes of horrid death
The proudest men forget their pride

They cry in pain immense
Praying to be spared
But you god seems not to care
Mothers, daugters, fathers, sons

All are pray alike
Twitching in rotten bowel runs

I crave a heavy toll
The deadringers sound the bell
For all of you who fell
In reap the field in rage
You scream in mindless fear
When gripped in my embrace

I purify, you putrefy, the end I provide
For your blasphemy, I bring you
disease, a funeral feast
I take the helm and steer you into, a
hellish domain

You fall in the streets, sucumb in
your sheets, diabolic disease

And you don`t know why
Why you children die
And you won`t know
On wings of death I ride

Now summer has come over
the city
Midday heat is low
The surviving few bring out their dead
A neverending flow...

I am the death, upon your black
breath, I am black death
I am the reason, that children lie
crying, watching their parents dying

And I am formless, always
relentless, something you cannot see

And I am evil, I am disaster, I am
catastrophe

By the end of 1352, two thirds are gone
A horrible tale of pestilence and
plague, darkness and woe
Now I subside, slowly die out,
yet I have won
But I will return, in futures to come,
in different forms

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Dawn - Ride the wings of pestilence Prologue: By the winter of 1350 It swept the land in an uncontrolled outburst Famine, cold and pestilential misery Surely this must be a divine damnation Punishment from below Be it devil or demon that reaps this cursed nation No one of us deserves suffering thus Oh lord, what have we done Oh God, have you forsaken us? I ride the night air On pestilential wings I am the nightmare That slays your kit and kin I ride your bed at night An incubus so vile My work is seen throughout The smoke of funeral pyres Black rats do my work Punishment begins Cover your face, everyone has heard Here is payment for your sins This epoch you won`t forget You`re burning from inside In the final throes of horrid death The proudest men forget their pride They cry in pain immense Praying to be spared But you god seems not to care Mothers, daugters, fathers, sons All are pray alike Twitching in rotten bowel runs I crave a heavy toll The deadringers sound the bell For all of you who fell In reap the field in rage You scream in mindless fear When gripped in my embrace I purify, you putrefy, the end I provide For your blasphemy, I bring you disease, a funeral feast I take the helm and steer you into, a hellish domain You fall in the streets, sucumb in your sheets, diabolic disease And you don`t know why Why you children die And you won`t know On wings of death I ride Now summer has come over the city Midday heat is low The surviving few bring out their dead A neverending flow... I am the death, upon your black breath, I am black death I am the reason, that children lie crying, watching their parents dying And I am formless, always relentless, something you cannot see And I am evil, I am disaster, I am catastrophe By the end of 1352, two thirds are gone A horrible tale of pestilence and plague, darkness and woe Now I subside, slowly die out, yet I have won But I will return, in futures to come, in different forms Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Ride the wings of pestilence: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/103/1/9540.html Все тексты песен: Dawn » Dawn - Sorrow Flew On Black Wings » Dawn - The Knell And The World » Dawn - The knell and the world » Dawn - I Play And Sing » Dawn - The Aphelion Deserts » Dawn - The Stalker`s Blessing » Dawn - Malediction Murder » Dawn - The Stalker`s Blessing » Dawn - Falcula » Dawn - Summer Sand » Dawn - Ride The Wings Of Pestilence » Dawn - Night Of The Living Dead » Dawn - Ride the wings of pestilence » Dawn - The Aphelion Deserts » Dawn - Soil of dead earth » Dawn - Night of the Living Dead » Dawn - Falcula » Dawn - Tie A Yellow Ribbon Round The Ole Oak Tree » Dawn - Soil Of Dead Earth » Dawn - Sorrow Flew on Black Wings Рекомендуем скачать: » Олег Шимуда - Джордано Бруно » Олег Задорожный - На реке Мане » Олег Митяев - Авиатор » Олег Газманов - Офицеры » Ольга Корницкая - Словно лета и не было вовсе... » Ольга Кузнецова - ЛОШАДКА » Олег Газманов - Посмотри мне в глаза » Ольга Чикина - Все на выборах, мне так спокойно и хорошо... » Ольга Залесская - Господи, как ночи длинны!.. » Ольга Запрудина - Гномик » Облачный край, Сергей Богаев - Костя перестукин » Ольга Чикина - Два Андрея » Олег Митяев - Романс » Ольга Корницкая - Эхо » Ольга Аникина - Блюз лунного зверя » Облачный край, Сергей Богаев - Не совалась-бы ты, девочка, в политику » Олег Лубягин - По дороге из дома » Олег Лубягин - Вечер. Развалины геометрии... » Олег Митяев - Соседка » Отпетые Мошенники - Насосы
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