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Open the tales of ancient ones

They speak of a distant death

Of the first-born son

After complete darkness

Their useless god could not

Avail them from their pain

The sacrifice

Was paid by blood of Ovis

Screams of disbelief

Torment of mothers crying for their child

Their god suffers too

Volcanic ashes from a far away land

Blocking all of light

Swarms of Stridulation fills the sky

Nothing shall remain

PUNISHMENT,

Is what we deserved

We thought we owned the earth

A SENTENCE of death, was the lord's judgment.

You thought you’re the god on land

Now you’ll be tortured

Your ego is the reason

you suffered

It was created for your survival

Now you shall awaken

And question who made you idol

But it’s too late

It’s the Tribulation of Plagues

It’s the Tribulation of Plagues

Open the tales of ancient ones

They speak of a distant death

Of the first-born son

After complete darkness

Their useless god could not

Avail them from their pain

The sacrifice

Was paid by blood of Ovis