We Are The Plague Paroles

night comes I will roam
on top of this desert
of blankets and pillows

I am the hunter,
the seed and the splinter
The blood of the horse
in the dead of the winter

We are the plague
we are the virus
We are the plague
we are the virus

I am infected
I am infected
I am a virus to your minds revival

We are infected
We are infected the blood of the swan
in the dead of the winter

You are the fire
that feeds on the river
the blood of the swan
that flows into the sea

We are the plague
We are the virus
We are the plague
We are the virus