Omens Of Plague Pale Horse
Call this ditch your home and spend the night
Stench and cold ride with the midnight wind
Bathe on the dim light of planets veiled by smoke
Behold the mockery that the gods bestowed upon us all
With a gaze that goes ones thousand yards beyond
Across a God-forsaken field that mourns and swells excreting foul vapors born from wounds
I am compelled to march
I have lived in terror, grown numb to fear
I´ve slept with Death too many times
Her touch impregnates me, I am the harbinger
Now it´s the time to kill or die
I was sent to fill their lungs with poison, to deal the noxious rain
A day of breath for every name they carve in the cross of a new grave
A bargain forged in misery, this deal I´ve closed with she who reaps all life
She guides my hand, feeds on my crimes
She wields me like her dreaded scythe
The young command their bodies on a path towards an early end
The soil receives their flesh with open arms as all the cries ascend
As cries ascend
Call this ditch your home and spend the night
Stench and cold cling to my hands
No sign of the moon will shine its light down on me
I´ve been deprived of all humanity
