Luyện nghe bài hát Ride The Wings Of Pestilence

Prologue: By the of 1350
It swept the land in an

Famine, and pestilential misery
Surely this be a divine damnation
Punishment below
Be it or demon that reaps this
nation
No one of us deserves suffering
Oh lord, have we done
Oh God, you forsaken us?
I ride the air
On pestilential
I am the
That slays kith and kin
I your bed at night
An incubus so
My work is seen
The smoke of pyres
rats do my work
Punishment
Cover face, everyone has heard
Here is payment for your
This you won't forget
You're burning from
In the throes of horrid death
The proudest men forget pride
cry in pain immense
Praying to be
But your god seems not to
Mothers, daughters, fathers,
All are alike
Twitching in rotten bowel
I crave a toll
The sound 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 blasphemy, I bring you
disease, a feast
I the helm and steer you into, a
domain
You in the streets, succumb in
your sheets, diabolic
And you know why
Why your die
And you know why
On of death I ride
Now summer has over
the
heat is low
The surviving few out
their
A flow...
I am the death, upon black
breath, I am black
I am the reason, children 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 will return, in to
come, in different
Philip von
Stockholm, '97