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Text písně Death

I 
Will take your final breath
And I 
Will be your last regret


Cold blood 
Runs in my blackened heart
Tearing
Every soul apart


Messenger of Death 
Wields the scythe of
Man's damnation
Messenger of Death 
Holds his blade for 
Termination


Sin
Is what I feast upon
I'm forging 
My crematorium


Your tomb
Is waiting here for you
Welcome
To my ritual


Messenger of Death 
Wields the scythe of
Man's damnation
Messenger of Death 
Holds his blade for 
Termination


Death rides out from the storm
Deface humanity 
There's no escape from this
Human calamity


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


Death rides out from the storm
We turn to God and cry
Ignored we turn to face
This vengeance from the sky


Messenger of Death 
Wields the scythe of
Man's damnation
Messenger of Death 
Holds his blade for 
Termination