Messenger of death - wirlds the scythe
Of man's damnation Messenger of death - holds his blade For termination Death rides out from the storm We turn to God and cry Ignored we turn to face This vengeance from the sky Death rides out from the storm No time left to repent No quarter - no escape No line of self defence Death rides out from the storm In terror we confess Our voice is heard no more His deed is merciless Death rides out from the storm Deface humanity There's no escape from this
Human calamity
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