Yersinia Pestis Paroles

Can you feel the breath upon your neck
Hear the cruel voice of the old
Revealing the flesh of the dead
The evil grin of the plague

I remember these times of great sorrow
These years of deep pain

A land lied in a veil of solitude
Faces pale as the moon

Stalking the landscape in the shape of an oak
Misery loves company

One could hear the violin play
A single dead tune
Marking the age of the dead

One nation lost in the claws of an oak Ttowards the realm they all know and fear: helheim

[MUSIC: V'gandr]
[LYRICS: V'gandr]