The Plague کے بول

Doomed in the shadows Scared by the Storms Waiting for a nonexistent cure Give up! Your prayer does not reach God now! Just empty promises feeds your will to live Forgiveness like a gun shooting your head The pain as an excuse to purification Ten heavy stones falling under your shoulders On the horizon, the blood won't quench your thirst Fertility goddess has been defeated [Refrão] He rises against his servants Idols are all fallen Your words are laws From dust to wind came the plague The skies darkened, hunger will not deplete Hailstones tear up the skies No one have been heard On the horizon, the blood won't quench your thirst Fertility goddess has been defeated He rises against his servants Idols are all fallen Your words are laws