A Plague be upon us
Driven wild, barren scene, half this town buried beneath
Demon eye looks down on me, reflecting grief on all who live & breathe
With a tear people mourn, with remorse we all pray .... tis vile.
Plea forgiveness, rid our Plague please.
We - we are tired now, we renounce our ways, please Lord cleanse me,
show the way.
Breathing in a silent Death filled Autumn breeze, like a serpent choking life
from it’s prey, the living now all expecting to die – cry why, living on a cold wind.
Points For Experiments , oh The Vocal Is VERY DOPE! Like 10/10 For Goth Vocals