Текст (слова) песни: Nocturnal Rites - Black Death

The countess was laughing
She looked out the plague from her throne
By the gate in the darkness
The crowd was screaming in pain
Cursed of sickness by starving
People dying slow
They are burning their bodies, the victims
The plague got in hold

The plague is getting in its hold
There is no way to escape
The old man conquered her throne
So its been told

A new day was rising
The unknown came riding along
An old man with power and strength
To conquer the throne
In shelter of darkness
The people were standing strong
By their leader the old man
They are hunting the countess down

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Afterlife
Against The World
Avalon
Awakening
Birth Of Chaos
Black Death
Break Away
Burn In Hell
Change The World
Cuts Like A Knife
Dark Secret
Dawnspell
Deliverance
Destiny Calls
Dragonisle
Egyptica
End Of Days
End Of Our Rope
End Of The World
Eternity Holds
Eye Of The Demon
Eyes Of The Dead
Faceless God
Fire Comes To Ice
Fools Never Die
Free At Last
Genetic Distortion Sequence
Genetic Distortion Sequnce
Glorious
Hell And Back
Hellenium
Hold On To The Flame
In A Time Of Blood And Fire
Invincible
Lay Of Ennui
Lost In Time
Never Die
Never Ending
Never Trust
New World Messiah
Nightmare
One By One
One Nation
Our Wasted Days
Pentagram
Rest In Peace
Revelation
Ride On
Sacrifice
Shadowland
Skyline Flame
Something Undefined
Still Alive
Sword Of Steel
Temple Of The Dead
Test Of Time
The Curse
The Flame Will Never Die
The Iron Force
The King`s Command
The Legend Lives On
The Sign
The Sinners Cross
The Vision
The Watcher
Underworld
Unholy Powers (Night of the Witch)
Vengeance
Wake Up Dead
Warrior`s Return
When Fire Comes To Ice
Winds Of Death