souls of the forgotten are resting in need. But the human race and the fate on which they pray. Are dying today, in theplague of a new age. . Pile the bodies up, burn them when they're young. We'll
souls of the forgotten are resting in need. But the human race and the fate on which they pray. Are dying today, in theplague of a new age. . Pile the bodies up, burn them when they're young. We'll
Storms from the Gods make us. Perish with hunger. Starvation and drought. Are unleashed on this earth Reap what you sow. From our greed and our treasures. Far more than we need. Now far more
Storms from the Gods make us. Perish with hunger. Starvation and drought. Are unleashed on this earth Reap what you sow. From our greed and our treasures. Far more than we need. Now far more
harvesting Virgin cells to penetrate. Too premature to permeate. They can't elucidate. Never thought i was the enemy I am theplague. I am theplague They fake sincerity. Thy gifts don't give to me. Now
One night it happened. The morning never came. It has been snowing ever since. Theplague of cold harvests the land. And only few still wait for the sun. Cities are buried under white curse
. Changing, are we so severe?. Holding to the reigns. Hands calloused with age. This place, a plague upon the rest. Plug in, tighten up the fray. Justify your skin, you stab yourself again I chased the
deathbird ride. Yeah - Yeah - Yeah the motherfucker. . New lovers bang the corpses. Eat the rain and don't ask why. I am a plague in an 18-wheeler. Get behind the wheel I'm gonna drive
Invitation to libation. Sucking all the lees to let it blow. Pushing veins like cannonade. Pulling strings in another puppet show. Think what you want that's what you'll get (that's what you'll
deathbird ride. Yeah - Yeah - Yeah the motherfucker. . New lovers bang the corpses. Eat the rain and don't ask why. I am a plague in an 18-wheeler. Get behind the wheel I'm gonna drive
go. And we cried out is there no escape from the words that plague us so And we were drawn to the rhythm. Drawn into the rhythm of the sea. We were drawn to the rhythm. Drawn into the rhythm of the
go. And we cried out is there no escape from the words that plague us so And we were drawn to the rhythm. Drawn into the rhythm of the sea. We were drawn to the rhythm. Drawn into the rhythm of the
did the chemical plague. He could not win with a cossack spin. The Vostok Bomb, the Stalin strike. He tried every move, he tried to hitch hike. He drilled a hole like a Russian star. He made every
