Sons Of Seasons - Bubonic Waltz lyrics

At first the rumors spread about the people dying fast and their body's inflammation infecting everyone at last. No sense in hiding while the scourge pa**ed down the streets good and bad alike were falling during d**h's voracious feast Like the sound of distant thunder carrying the storm rang the bells of countless churches, keepers of the wisdom, of grand illusions to kneel before His throne while the people's fate just was to work their hands down to the bone. They say we're rotten to the core, our sins now greater than before. Seven ways for hell's intrusion, have we lived in vain? Read what the prophets say about the end of days in the book of revelation, showing Satan's ugly face. Seems to be the war in heaven's been brought upon this land, the unholy conjuration, demons of Gehhena, a final judgement, to purify our souls, so let us dance among the corpses stacked around a hunderdfold.