Opus Morbi Lyrics


Hail you Plague, full of disgrace

May the pale one reveal itself now

The scythe of guilt takes its toll

Our throats fill like mass graves

wild winds storm

And destroy the hallowed shelters

To the cries of orphans,

We will dance on a million skulls

Through hands of kings and queens

Runt he ashes of empires and realms

Which were built on jealousy and greed

Where will never sprout a seed again

Who can avoid death

When all water and soil is poisoned

Who leads through darkness

When vacant thrones reign

Oh you Black Death

Come and extinguish

Everything worthless

Oh you fevers

Come and incinerate

Every prophet

Our disease breaks through

Every shield and armour

As the last knight falls

His sword tolls death's bell

Saints close their eyes

While angels fall from the sky

Hunger, pain and flames

Devour mankind and give birth to the infernal reign

Through hands of kings and queens

Runt he ashes of empires and realms

Which were built on jealousy and greed

Where will never sprout a seed again

Who can avoid death

When all water and soil is poisoned

Who leads through darkness

When vacant thrones reign

Beneath cities from the past,

Lurk the rejected and cursed mouths

Spells of the forbidden world,

Rob the will to live, to live

Spoils the blood, spoils the flesh, spoils the blood

Oh you Black Death

Come and extinguish

Everything worthless

Oh you fevers

Come and incinerate

Every prophet