Death - The Peoples Republic Of Europe

I will take your final breath

And I will be your last regret

Cold blood runs in my blackened heart

Tearing every soul apart

Messenger of death

Wields the scythe of man’s damnation

Messenger of death

Hold his blade for termination

Sin is all I feast upon

I’m forging my crematorium

Your tomb is waiting here for you

Welcome to my ritual

Messenger of death

Wields the scythe of man’s damnation

Messenger of death

Hold his blade for termination

Death rides out from the storm

Deface humanity

There’s no escape from this

Human calamity

Death rides out from the storm

We turn to God and cry

Ignored we turn to face

This vengeance from the sky

Death rides out from the storm

No time left to repent

No quarter, no escape

No line of self defense

Death rides out from the storm

In terror we confess

Our voice is heard no more

His deed is merciless

Death rides out from the storm

Deface humanity

There’s no escape from this

Human calamity

Death rides out from the storm

We turn to God and cry

Ignored we turn to face

This vengeance from the sky

Messenger of death

Wields the scythe of man’s damnation

Messenger of death

Hold his blade for termination