Luyện nghe bài hát Ride The Wings Of Pestilence

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

Famine, and pestilential misery
this must be a divine damnation
Punishment from
Be it devil or demon reaps this
nation
No one of us deserves thus
Oh lord, what we done
Oh God, have you us?
I the night air
On wings
I am the
That slays kith and kin
I ride bed at night
An so vile
My work is seen
The smoke of funeral
Black rats do my
Punishment
your face, everyone has heard
Here is payment for sins
This you won't forget
You're from inside
In the final of horrid death
The proudest men their pride
They cry in pain
to be spared
But god seems not to care
Mothers, daughters, fathers,
All are prey
Twitching in rotten bowel
I a heavy toll
The deadringers sound the
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 in the streets, succumb in
sheets, diabolic disease
And you know why
Why children die
And you know why
On of death I ride
Now summer has come
the
Midday is low
The surviving few out
their
A flow...
I am the death, upon your
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 return, in futures to
come, in different
von Segebaden
Stockholm, '97