《Ride the Wings of Pestilence》歌词

[00:09:44] 作曲 : Fredrik Söderberg

[00:09:44] I ride the night air

[00:09:44] On pestilential wings

[00:09:44] I am the nightmare

[00:09:44] That slays your kit and kin

[00:09:44] I ride your bed at night

[00:09:44] An incubus so vile

[00:09:44] My work is seen throughout

[00:09:44] The smoke of funeral pyres

[00:09:44] Black rats do my work

[00:09:44] Punishment begins

[00:09:44] Cover your face, everyone has heard

[00:09:44] Here is payment for your sins

[00:09:44] This epoch you won´t forget

[00:09:44] You're burning from inside

[00:09:44] In the final throes of horrid death

[00:09:44] The proudest men forget their pride

[00:09:44] They cry in pain immense

[00:09:44] Praying to be spared

[00:09:44] But you god seems not to care

[00:09:44] Mothers, daugters, fathers, sons

[00:09:44] All are pray alike

[00:09:44] Twitching in rotten bowel runs

[00:09:44] I crave a heavy toll

[00:09:44] The deadringers sound the bell

[00:09:44] For all of you who fell

[00:09:44] In reap the field in rage

[00:09:44] You scream in mindless fear

[00:09:44] When gripped in my embrace

[00:09:44] I purify, you putrefy, the end I provide

[00:09:44] For your blasphemy, I bring you

[00:09:44] disease, a funeral feast

[00:09:44] I take the helm and steer you into, a

[00:09:44] hellish domain

[00:09:44] You fall in the streets, sucumb in

[00:09:44] your sheets, diabolic disease

[00:09:44] And you don't know why

[00:09:44] Why you children die

[00:09:44] And you won't know

[00:09:44] On wings of death I ride

[00:09:44] Now summer has come over the city

[00:09:44] Midday heat is low

[00:09:44] The surviving few bring out their dead

[00:09:44] I am the death, upon your black

[00:09:44] breath, I am black death

[00:09:44] I am the reason, that children lie

[00:09:44] crying, watching their parents dying

[00:09:44] And I am formless, always

[00:09:44] relentless, something you cannot see

[00:09:44] And I am evil, I am disaster, I am catastrophe

[00:09:44] By the end of 1352, two thirds are gone

[00:09:44] A horrible tale of pestilence and plague, darkness and woe

[00:09:44] Now I subside, slowly die out,

[00:09:44] yet I have won

[00:09:44] But I will return, in futures to come, in different forms