Sanctities shall crumble And no man shall rule In a timeless slumber Lie the leeches and the fools As certain as the coming of death Gradually its rotting away The roots of all living and breathing Infected by this black plague As certain as the coming of death A throne not worthy of a mortal man But a bearer of plagues He who has suffered for ages Shall inherit these lands This is the plague upon the chosen Watch them slither and crawl Like a misguiding sign from above The star of the wicked Upon the plague throne Divides and destroys Upon this black throne Adapts and conquers Upon the plague throne It reaches out to punish Upon this black throne Spreads the sickness all around This ashen domain in which we dwell Shall be brushed away Lost in the valleys Trapped in eternity This ruler wanders onward Hate so furious it infects all A godless creature seeks its revenge Upon the plague throne Divides and destroys Upon this black throne Adapts and conquers Upon the plague throne It reaches out to punish Upon this black throne Spreads the sickness all around A world without death Is a world without life Hell above and underneath Heaven gone Slaves on their knees From the dark this throne arises Arriving to drain all their power This is the birth of a coming storm To make man sink even lower This ashen domain in which we dwell Shall be brushed away These pale faces wating for light Shall be nothing but slaves Upon the plague throne Divides and destroys Upon this black throne Adapts and conquers Upon the plague throne It reaches out to punish Upon this black throne Spreads the sickness all around A world without death Is a world without life
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