Yersinia Pestis Lyrics

Yersinia pestis

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Times of decay pestilence , blood, supreme,
The yearsof sickening souls.
Can you feel the breath upon your neck?
Gear the cruel voice of the old revealing
The flesh of the dead, the evil grin of plague

I remember these times of great sorrow
These years of deep pain
A land lied in a veil of slitude
Faces pale as the moon
Stalking the landscape, in the shape of a oak
Misery loves company

One could hear the violin play
A single dead tune
Marking the age, of the dead

One nation lost in the claws of an oak
So foul that her gaze alone woulf make one freeze in torment lying on the deathbed with an empty stare, only preparing for the journey to the other side

Nine long nights and days on the path of no return
Towards the realm they know and fear : HELHEIM