Sons Of Seasons - Bubonic Waltz lyrics

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At first the rumors

Spread about the people dying fast

And their body's inflammation

Infecting everyone at last.

No sense in hiding while the scourge passed

Down the streets

Good and bad alike were falling

During death's voracious feast

Like the sound of distant thunder carrying the storm

Rang the bells of countless churches, keepers of the

Wisdom, of grand illusions to kneel before His throne

While the people's fate just was to work

Their hands down to the bone.

They say we're rotten to the core,

Our sins now greater than before.

Seven ways for hell's intrusion,

Have we lived in vain?

Read what the prophets say

About the end of days

In the book of revelation,

Showing Satan's ugly face.

Seems to be the war in heaven's been brought upon this land,

The unholy conjuration, demons of Gehhena,

A final judgement, to purify our souls,

So let us dance among the corpses stacked

Around a hunderdfold.