Luyện nghe bài hát Ride The Wings Of Pestilence

Prologue: By the winter of
It swept the in an uncontrolled

Famine, cold and misery
Surely this must be a damnation
from below
Be it devil or that reaps this
nation
No one of us deserves suffering
Oh lord, what we done
Oh God, you forsaken us?
I ride the air
On wings
I am the
That slays kith and kin
I ride your bed at
An incubus so
My work is throughout
The smoke of funeral
Black do my work
begins
Cover your face, has heard
is payment for your sins
This epoch you won't
You're burning inside
In the final throes of horrid
The proudest men forget pride
They cry in immense
to be spared
But your god not to care
Mothers, daughters, fathers,
All are prey
in rotten bowel runs
I crave a heavy
The deadringers the bell
For all of you who
I the field in rage
You scream in fear
When gripped in my
I purify, you putrefy, the end I
For your blasphemy, I you
disease, a funeral
I take the helm and you into, a
domain
You fall in the streets, in
your sheets, disease
And you know why
Why children die
And you won't why
On of death I ride
Now summer has come
the
Midday is low
The few bring out
dead
A flow...
I am the death, upon your
breath, I am black
I am the reason, that lie
crying, watching parents

And I am formless,
relentless, you
see
And I am evil, I am disaster, I am

By the end of 1352, two
are
A tale of pestilence and
plague, and woe
Now I subside, die out,
yet I won
But I return, in futures to
come, in different
von Segebaden
Stockholm, '97