Ewig Geleit

Katastrophator & Individuus Demo1

Demo2

The year of PESTILENCE

You puke the blood
The red fine breath
The rats, the bodys
the smells of death

your heart it pumps
the infected blood
your life dethroned
now where's your god?

the burning, the shattering of hope has begun
in madness the deadly crusade marches on

burned bodies, the smell of fear is everywhere
purified menslaughter, no freedom to share

In the sight of pestilence

Disease. demise
And agony
The pain, the horror
pure blasphemy

You feel the plague
devouring you
the skythe of the reaper
is waiting for you

They're diggin' a pit for the bodiepiles.
Infected, dead people, silent cries

A pile on wich you will rest as well
And rot and decay in a poisonous hell

(feel the plague)

Plague storms purge the land,
and drown world in a pestilent madness

individuus