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The Pestilence - Kreator
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The Pestilence Kreator

The Pestilence - Kreator
Cemetery of hades riting flesh of death
Skulls and bones are decaying
Corpses limbs and deadly carnage
Massacre and crime is ruling
The world is living in pain and sorrow
The gods have stopped believing
Survive or escape there is no chance
Death of all cultures is near

There must be a parasite in their brains
Terror is their only aim
Gods of war and fallen kingdoms
Prayed for it in times of decay
A curse of the unity of the undead
Has reached the poisoned souls
Middle ages time of the pestilence
Cruelty of unreached thrones

Pestilence!
Pestilence!
Pestilence!
Pestilence!

The omen has hung over the world
Since time has begun
A sceptre and a sword
And endless signs of hate and desolation
In minds and hearts in souls and brains
There is only decaying
A shame to those who lived by the rules
Death of all cultures is near
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