On Pestilent Winds کے بول

Riding through darkness on pestilent winds Rushing forward from the realms of sins Through fog & fire, through dusk by nightfall Driven by evil, to end the existence of night Shadowfaced, bowed to the horned god Servants of sin, smell of rotting guts Cursed in eternity, living in fire Spitting the flames that now burn this empire Rabid rotten riders, bringers of plague Scythes in their claws, rusty poisoned blade Shadowfaced, bowed to the horned god Servants of sin, smell of rotting guts Cursed in eternity, living in fire Spitting the flames that now burn this empire Rabid rotten riders, bringers of plague Scythes in their claws, rusty poisoned blade What once was so strong, shining so pride What once was a kingdom of beauty & light Now crushed & buried, now ruins & dust Now conquered by evil recieved by terror & lust