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Muerte Negra

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 it's 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

Muerte Negra

La condesa se reía
Miraba la peste desde su trono
Junto a la puerta en la oscuridad
La multitud gritaba de dolor
Malditos por la enfermedad y el hambre
La gente muere lentamente
Queman los cuerpos, las víctimas
La peste se apoderó

La peste se está apoderando
No hay forma de escapar
El anciano conquistó su trono
Así se ha contado

Un nuevo día amanecía
Lo desconocido cabalgaba
Un anciano con poder y fuerza
Para conquistar el trono
A la sombra de la oscuridad
La gente se mantenía firme
Junto a su líder, el anciano
Están cazando a la condesa

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