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The Pestilence's Choir Video (MV)




Performed By: EnosLakes
Language: English
Length: 3:06
Written by: Emerald Phantom




EnosLakes - The Pestilence's Choir Lyrics




In the deep shadows of a forsaken realm, where the screams of the dead are my only anchor
I emerge, a harbinger of decay.
With a touch of death, I lead away
In the dead of night, where shadows creep through corridors where no light dares to see
The pestilence stirs a hunger deep, it rides and claws in the silence and weeps

My mask, a visage of eternal life, its hollow eyes gleam with a ghastly light
My hands, they bear the stains of fright from countless souls who met their blight
Despairs of agony, they fill the air.
In the rot of their flesh, I find despair
A world turned vile, a nightmare's snare.
The plagues embrace beyond repair

The pestilence is choir, a symphony of screams.
In the darkness, they writhe in their final dreams
A world corrupted, torn at the seams, where death is the cure, or so it seems

From the howls of the fallen, I draw my might
Their bodies cold, bathed in moon's cruel light
In the depths of decay, I find delight
Their final breaths, a morbid sight
Their skin turns pale, their eyes decay
In the last moments, their souls betray
The plague's cruel grip, a price they pay for a world where devils sway
Tales of horror, they shake the night.
In their anguish cries, my purpose ignites
With every touch, a soul takes flight into the abyss, away from the light

The pestilence is choir, a symphony of screams
In the darkness, they writhe in their final dreams
A world corrupted, torn at the seams, where death is the cure, or so it seems

In the thinned depths, where the shadows twist
The rot of life, the sins that persist
In every corpse, my truth is kissed
A plague that dances through the mist
Their flesh decays, their spirits scream
In the grip of death, I reign supreme
The choir of the dead, a haunting theme
In the plagues embrace, the lotus gleam

The pestilence is choir, a symphony of screams
In the darkness, they writhe in their final dreams
A world corrupted, torn at the seams, where death is the cure, or so it seems

So heed the cry of the lifeless thrum. In their twisted forms, I sing my song
In the pestilence, my work belongs
A world of rot, where the dead prolong
In shadows deep, where silence reigns
The plague endures, it tests our chains
A realm of fear, when nothing remains
But the pestilence quivered, in my eternal claims
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In the deep shadows of a forsaken realm, where the screams of the dead are my only anchor
I emerge, a harbinger of decay.
With a touch of death, I lead away
In the dead of night, where shadows creep through corridors where no light dares to see
The pestilence stirs a hunger deep, it rides and claws in the silence and weeps

My mask, a visage of eternal life, its hollow eyes gleam with a ghastly light
My hands, they bear the stains of fright from countless souls who met their blight
Despairs of agony, they fill the air.
In the rot of their flesh, I find despair
A world turned vile, a nightmare's snare.
The plagues embrace beyond repair

The pestilence is choir, a symphony of screams.
In the darkness, they writhe in their final dreams
A world corrupted, torn at the seams, where death is the cure, or so it seems

From the howls of the fallen, I draw my might
Their bodies cold, bathed in moon's cruel light
In the depths of decay, I find delight
Their final breaths, a morbid sight
Their skin turns pale, their eyes decay
In the last moments, their souls betray
The plague's cruel grip, a price they pay for a world where devils sway
Tales of horror, they shake the night.
In their anguish cries, my purpose ignites
With every touch, a soul takes flight into the abyss, away from the light

The pestilence is choir, a symphony of screams
In the darkness, they writhe in their final dreams
A world corrupted, torn at the seams, where death is the cure, or so it seems

In the thinned depths, where the shadows twist
The rot of life, the sins that persist
In every corpse, my truth is kissed
A plague that dances through the mist
Their flesh decays, their spirits scream
In the grip of death, I reign supreme
The choir of the dead, a haunting theme
In the plagues embrace, the lotus gleam

The pestilence is choir, a symphony of screams
In the darkness, they writhe in their final dreams
A world corrupted, torn at the seams, where death is the cure, or so it seems

So heed the cry of the lifeless thrum. In their twisted forms, I sing my song
In the pestilence, my work belongs
A world of rot, where the dead prolong
In shadows deep, where silence reigns
The plague endures, it tests our chains
A realm of fear, when nothing remains
But the pestilence quivered, in my eternal claims
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Writer: Emerald Phantom
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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