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From distant shores she moves with the wind

On rivers red, through poisoned streams

A plague angel float the seas

Mother Pestilence

We found comfort in her

In her black, withering embrace

We felt the warmth in her

In her fever, the illness in her face

We found comfort in her

In her black, withering embrace

We felt the warmth in her

In her fever, the illness in her face

With ill intent she greets us well

From home to home to fill the tombs

She poured the illness into our wounds

Mother Pestilence

Seed to sow and life to reap

Bodies wither and burn from the inside

Seed is sown and life is reaped

As she moves with the furious winds

Seed to sow and life to reap

Bodies wither and burn from the inside

Seed is sown and life is reaped

As she moves with the furious winds

When skin is touched by her embrace

And the winds she whispered found the trace

Into our pores

Within our lungs

We become her grey silent tongue

From distant shores she moves with the wind

On rivers red, through poisoned streams

A plague angel float the seas

Mother Pestilence

We found comfort in her

In her black, withering embrace

We felt the warmth in her

In her fever, the illness in her face

We found comfort in her

In her black, withering embrace

We felt the warmth in her

In her fever, the illness in her face