Children of Plague-Svartsyn

He who flew the sky was sick In a woman's womb he spilled virulent seed Many years later came those who set fires in the horizon Bleed from open wounds that never healed Four plague stricken ride on four horses of famine The seven angels of apocalypse blew it's trumpets And so eyes of the faithful bleed The last cometh descend the skyline of flames Followed by it's dragon tail I saw the epidemic from afar The preaching of the end of time Death came with the storm and their victims' enemy they never see It tore a wound in Christ's beloved face Never receipt God In perverstic and dreadful sin Never deny the tempter as the savior Wrath of God makes my skin Death came with the storm! The seven angels of apocalypse blew it's trumpets And so eyes of the faithful bleed The last cometh descend the skyline of flames Followed by it's dragon tail I saw the epidemic from afar The preaching of the end of time