Kreator - The Pestilence

Cemetery of hades riting flesh of death

Skulls and bones are decaying

Corpses limbs and deadly carnage

Massacre and crime is ruling

The world is living in pain and sorrow

The gods have stopped believing

Survive or escape there is no chance

Death of all cultures is near

There must be a parasite in their brains

Terror is their only aim

Gods of war and fallen kingdoms

Prayed for it in times of decay

A curse of the unity of the undead

Has reached the poisoned souls

Middle ages time of the pestilence

Cruelty of unreached thrones

The Pestilence

The omen has hung over the world

Since time has begun

A sceptre and a sword

And endless signs of hate and desolation

In minds and hearts in souls and brains

There is only decaying

A shame to those who lived by the rules

Death of all cultures is near

Worms and rats attack your brain

You stare at the sun as you pray

Pray for help but it’s stupid cause you know

There ain’t no help for you

Death draws near and you fear the smell of Armageddon

But you’ve got no chance to escape

You will die in hell

Hear the screams of children around you

No one cares about that crime

Terror rules the decayed land

The master is watching all the time

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Kreator - The Pestilence