Pestilential Mists Lyrics
From bloated bodiesFrom bubonic blistersThe stench is slowly rising !It's floating in the airThe reek of decay and deathAs the infested bodies festerExuding this rotten breathThe air is warm and staleWith premature maturationAll medicines will failYou can't stop the suppurationBlack Death, the pestilential mistsThe disease is rapidly spreadingThe Curse of god on the sinnersThe Plague won't ask for a cause
Abhorrence Pestilential Mists
