KZOHH - Vind i de Tomma ögonhålor | Текст песни

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• Vind i de Tomma ögonhålor

Death reap the souls, tears apart the joints,
Breaking the bones, exudes with cheep of rats.
Death turns to madness, human’s loss their mind
And burn their dwellings, all hopes to stop the plague die...

The opened wide chops of countless common graves
Are ready to be the abode of scattered bodies
As the all-devouring flame of Black Fever
Exhausts the juices of life, turning all to endless void...

Marauders are march into the fire
And plunder everything what they can take away with them
Corpses, half dead, decomposed cattle,
Swarm of insects, monks, who copulate in the mud -
the fruit of mental decline

Some of the death-marked formerly were healthy.
They were able to go outside but there they met with death
Humans walk, crawl and drop dead
All the deceased can't be received by the graveyards
Their bodies are burnt away or simply abandoned on the roads

Rivers are infested with the dead fish
Dead water cannot be warmed by the sun
It will never be
Never be life-giving
Hail, snow and ashes that filled the air
Enshroud the cities and states with the mist of fever

Yersinia Pesis never dies,
It lies dormant for ages and ages, it waits
There will be a day when Plague will awake the rats
And send them to perish in the streets of joyful towns...