Plaguewhore letra

Mist and fog.

...and i will make the dust return to your faces.
You will perish like men of ignorance.

Pesten hoer.
Devils seed.
I am blood, i am soil.
I know the ever impulsive falsehood.

We drag our heels through the echoes of winter,
Reminding ourselves of a regretful past.

Blinded by your great vulgarity.
Persued by a tempest downtrodden.
Struggling to remain bouyant in your filth.
Forever buried under judicious reflections.

I am the dying starfields.
Blood-borne demise.

We drag our heels through the echoes of winter,
Reminding ourselves of a regretful past.
Peripheries frost-laced, like dying clouds.
Casting the skyline with our decadence and glut

Norse - Letras

• Black Ocean
• Devour The Serpents
• Father Of The Norns
• Flesh Abyss
• Frozen Deserts Of Time
• Glory In Death
• Gravel
• Hellstorm
• Magus
• Neglect
• Plaguewhore
• Silently Awake
• Spewing Forth Arachnids
• The Light Of Norse
• Towards The Shining Sky
• War And Her Bastard Sons
• Worn And Grey