Yersinia Pestis by Helheim
1349
Times of decay
Pestilence
Blood
Supreme
The years of sickening souls
Can you feel the breath upon your neck
Hear the cruel voice of the old
Revealing the flesh of the dead
The evil grin of the plague
I remember these times of great sorrow
These years of deep pain
A land lied in a veil of solitude
Faces pale as the moon
Stalking the landscape in the shape of an oak
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