Luyện nghe bài hát Ride The Wings Of Pestilence

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

Famine, and pestilential misery
Surely must be a divine damnation
Punishment from
Be it devil or demon that reaps
cursed
No one of us deserves suffering
Oh lord, what have we
Oh God, have you us?
I the night air
On pestilential
I am the
That slays kith and kin
I your bed at night
An incubus so
My is seen throughout
The smoke of funeral
Black rats do my
Punishment
your face, everyone has heard
Here is payment for sins
This epoch you won't
You're burning inside
In the throes of horrid death
The proudest men their pride
cry in pain immense
Praying to be
But your god not to care
Mothers, daughters, fathers,
All are alike
Twitching in rotten runs
I crave a toll
The deadringers the bell
For all of you who
I reap the in rage
You scream in mindless
When gripped in my
I purify, you putrefy, the end I
For your blasphemy, I you
disease, a feast
I take the and steer you into, a
hellish
You fall in the streets, in
your sheets, diabolic
And you don't why
Why children die
And you won't why
On of death I ride
Now summer has come
the
Midday is low
The surviving few out
dead
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 forms
von Segebaden
Stockholm, '97