Luyện nghe bài hát Ride The Wings Of Pestilence

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

Famine, cold and misery
this must be a divine damnation
Punishment from
Be it devil or demon that reaps
nation
No one of us deserves suffering
Oh lord, what we done
Oh God, have you us?
I the night air
On wings
I am the
That slays your and kin
I your bed at night
An so vile
My is seen throughout
The smoke of pyres
Black rats do my
begins
Cover your face, has heard
Here is payment for your
epoch you won't forget
You're burning inside
In the final throes of death
The proudest men forget pride
They cry in immense
Praying to be
But your god seems not to
Mothers, daughters, fathers,
All are prey
Twitching in rotten bowel
I crave a toll
The deadringers sound the
For all of you who
I the field in rage
You scream in mindless
When in my embrace
I purify, you putrefy, the end I
For blasphemy, I bring you
disease, a funeral
I take the and steer you into, a
domain
You in the streets, succumb in
sheets, diabolic disease
And you know why
Why your die
And you know why
On of death I ride
Now summer has come
the
heat is low
The few bring out
dead
A flow...
I am the death, your black
breath, I am death
I am the reason, children lie
crying, their 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 horrible tale of and
plague, and woe
Now I subside, die out,
yet I won
But I will return, in to
come, in different
von Segebaden
Stockholm, '97