Lyrics - Plague Of Procreation by Solitude Aeturnus

In the world of distortions
Procreation our doom
Images set before us
Weigh false in truth
Swords from other lands
Are wet with blood
An enemy invades us
The great plague has come
Leaders of the twisted sect
Backwards in their love
Bind upon terrors chain
Shackles of the prophet's vision
Chorus:
The
Plague of
Procreation
The white satin blood
The
Plague of
Procreation
On
Earth it is done
In a madman's deliverance
Destruction's fire
This drive inside our veins
Only fool's desire
Through shallow cities vast
Crying souls pray for death
Like ruins that never collapse
In the final face of regret

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