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Mother Pestilence
03:22
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Mother Pestilence
From distant shores she moves with the wind
On rivers red through poisoned streams
A plague angel float the seas
Mother Pestilence
We found our comfort in her
In her black withering embrace
We felt the warmth in her
In her fever the illness of her face
With ill intent she greets us well
From home to home to fill the tombs
She poured illness into our wounds
Mother Pestilence
Seed to sow life to reap
Bodies wither and burn from the inside
Seed is sown life is reaped
As she moves with furious winds
When skin is touched
By her embrace
And 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 our comfort in her
In her black withering embrace
We felt the warmth in her
In her fever the illness of her face
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Ruins of Serenity
01:32
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Here we are
Fear in the flesh
For all to see and feel
Breaking the wall of serenity
Touched by the symptoms of fear
Reaching the state where life becomes
More frightening than death
Shudder in silence, shatter the frail
Anxiety planted – proceeding the strain
Shudder in silence, shatter the frail
Intense apprehension of threats unveiled
Nothing can save you…
Nothing will save you from yourself
Nothing can save you…
Nothing will save you from yourself
As the walls of serenity fall
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Dereks Don't Run
03:09
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Plans of power, plans of greed
Woven like a spiders web
Hiding, lurking, ready for battle
Brainless humans, feeble cattle
Killing, planning, plotting, action (x2)
Plans of power, plans of greed
Woven like a spiders web
Hiding, lurking, ready for battle
Brainless humans, feeble cattle
Killing, planning, plotting, action (x2)
Now it is time to show the world
How an alien master race would run this planet
Suddenly they face the barrel of a gun
Cause one thing is certain: Derek's don't run!
Plans of power, plans of greed
Woven like a spiders web
Hiding, lurking, ready for battle
Brainless humans, feeble cattle
Derek's don't run!
Derek's don't run!
Derek's don't run!
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Phidion Sweden
Death/Thrash Metal from Stockholm, Sweden, founded in 2003 by Christos Chatzikonstandinos, Mathias Öjermark and Martin Missy after the split up of Ruins of Time.
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