Ride The Wings Of Pestilence Lyrics - Slaughtersun (crown Of The Triarchy) - Dawn

(Prologue:) 

By the winter of 1350 

It swept the land in an uncontrolled outburst 

Famine, cold and pestilential misery 

Surely this must be a divine damnation 

Punishment from below 

Be it devil or demon that reaps this cursed nation 

No one of us deserves suffering thus 

Oh lord, what have we done 

Oh God, have you forsaken us? 

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I ride the night air 

On pestilential wings 

I am the nightmare 

That slays your kit and kin 

I ride your bed at night 

An incubus so vile 

My work is seen throughout 

The smoke of funeral pyres 

Black rats do my work 

Punishment begins 

Cover your face, everyone has heard 

Here is payment for your sins 

This epoch you won't forget 

You're burning from inside 

In the final throes of horrid death 

The proudest men forget their pride 

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They cry in pain immense 

Praying to be spared 

But you god seems not to care 

Mothers, daugters, fathers, sons 

All are pray alike 

Twitching in rotten bowel runs 

I crave a heavy toll 

The deadringers sound the bell 

For all of you who fell 

In reap the field in rage 

You scream in mindless fear 

When gripped in my embrace 

I purify, you putrefy, the end I provide 

For your blasphemy, I bring you 

disease, a funeral feast 

I take the helm and steer you into, a 

hellish domain 

You fall in the streets, sucumb in 

your sheets, diabolic disease 

And you don't know why 

Why you children die 

And you won't know 

On wings of death I ride 

Now summer has come over 

the city 

Midday heat is low 

The surviving few bring out their dead 

A neverending flow... 

I am the death, upon your black 

breath, I am black death 

I am the reason, that children lie 

crying, watching their parents dying 

And I am formless, always 

relentless, something you cannot see 

And I am evil, I am disaster, I am 

catastrophe 

By the end of 1352, two thirds are gone 

A horrible tale of pestilence and 

plague, darkness and woe 

Now I subside, slowly die out, 

yet I have won 

But I will return, in futures to come, 

in different forms