Valkyrja Plague Death
Rapidly diseased, your life drift away, speared so
malevolent in the blackest chapter of all
And once again the threads of life tangeled into
venomous gallows of disease, the black death weld it's
scythe
Stench of rotting bowels, moans from dying masses,
praying for salvation as their threads tangeled tighter
Suddenly you see, this is how it ends
Incinerating pain, pierced by suffering
Taking breath by breath as the lungs are filled with
blood
Under the insanity's spell dismembering their infected
flesh
Decay, putrefaction, endless mass graves
A cattle to be slaughtered, a harvest to be reaped
A last somber thought, death was always present
Where unearthly bliss would hand it's light salvation
was hollow
The black death weld it's scythe... the black death
weld it's scythe
Rapidly diseased, your life drift away, speared so
malevolent in the blackest chapter of all
And once again the threads of life tangeled into
venomous gallows of disease, the black death weld it's
scythe
Without any value you are to be reaped
