The Plague

Doomed in the shadows
Scared by the Storms
Waiting for a nonexistent cure

Give up! Your prayer does not reach God now!

Just empty promises feeds your will to live
Forgiveness like a gun shooting your head
The pain as an excuse to purification
Ten heavy stones falling under your shoulders

On the horizon, the blood won't quench your thirst
Fertility goddess has been defeated

[Refrão]
He rises against his servants
Idols are all fallen
Your words are laws

From dust to wind came the plague
The skies darkened, hunger will not deplete
Hailstones tear up the skies
No one have been heard

On the horizon, the blood won't quench your thirst
Fertility goddess has been defeated

He rises against his servants
Idols are all fallen
Your words are laws