Excoriate - On Pestilent Winds Тексты

Riding through darkness on pestilent winds
Rushing forward from the realms of sins
Through fog & fire, through dusk by nightfall
Driven by evil, to end the existence of night

Shadowfaced, bowed to the horned god
Servants of sin, smell of rotting guts
Cursed in eternity, living in fire
Spitting the flames that now burn this empire

Rabid rotten riders, bringers of plague
Scythes in their claws, rusty poisoned blade

Shadowfaced, bowed to the horned god
Servants of sin, smell of rotting guts
Cursed in eternity, living in fire
Spitting the flames that now burn this empire

Rabid rotten riders, bringers of plague
Scythes in their claws, rusty poisoned blade

What once was so strong, shining so pride
What once was a kingdom of beauty & light
Now crushed & buried, now ruins & dust
Now conquered by evil recieved by terror & lust
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