Plague Grinder Lyrics by Lunatic Hymn
The blackest of all deaths
This is the end of days
You can taste me on your breath
I’m the ghost inside your pain
Lingering on haunted winds
Just a smoke of dread disease
Feel me crawl inside your flesh
Taste me in your dying screams
Pray to god in Heaven
He won’t hear your call
Reaper in the cold winds
Waiting for your corpse to fall
In the eye of the tornado
Beast upon the burning sky
Angels falling from the heavens
The smell of burning bodiеs
The rats are choke on dеcay
Of pestilence and famine
The streets an open grave
A pale horse rides in silence
His rider made of dread
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Lunatic Hymn Lyrics – Plague Grinder