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Walking trough foreign lands

Mind is set to kill

Turning nightmares into flesh

This plague will make you ill

Riding the catapults

Who bring down the rain

Approaching the fortress

Death is leading the way

When this plague will make them fall

We will throw their bodies over the walls

The infected corpses flying around

Hitting people inside of the town

Spreading disease

To eradicate

Wait for them to die

And burn the gates

We will bring the plague

And take your life

All that awaits

Are burning skies

When this plague will make them fall

We will throw their bodies over the walls

Expanding the empire

Leaving a trail of blood

Kill all opposition

Their faces in the mud

Out to take the enemy

And end their pity lives

This plague will come for you

There's no escape you're all going to die