Luyện nghe bài hát Ride The Wings Of Pestilence

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

Famine, and pestilential misery
this must be a divine damnation
Punishment from
Be it devil or demon that 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 your kith and kin
I ride bed at night
An incubus so
My work is seen
The smoke of pyres
Black rats do my
begins
Cover your face, everyone has
Here is payment for sins
epoch you won't forget
You're burning inside
In the final of horrid death
The proudest men forget their
They cry in immense
to be spared
But god seems not to care
Mothers, daughters, fathers,
All are alike
Twitching in rotten bowel
I crave a heavy
The deadringers the bell
For all of you who
I reap the field in
You scream in mindless
gripped in my embrace
I purify, you putrefy, the end I
For your blasphemy, I you
disease, a funeral
I take the and steer you into, a
domain
You in the streets, succumb in
your sheets, diabolic
And you know why
Why children die
And you won't why
On winds of death I
Now summer has over
the
heat is low
The few bring out
their
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 of pestilence and
plague, and woe
Now I subside, die out,
yet I won
But I return, in futures to
come, in forms
von Segebaden
Stockholm, '97