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Doctor of The Plague

from Hounds of Perdition by Wolfhorde

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Never can get rid of
the violent fume of death
creeping up on his wake
every night and day

Vermin, untouchable
they witness from below
His doctrine, insatiable
sweeping all life away

The doctor of the plague, he’s the cure
The remedy for the ailing world
Glass eyes glare the wastes
cracking down on the worthless
Scourge of man purified
Infection will be burned

Unwilled awakening
through the dreary sleep
The realm screaming for aid
not from divinity

“Fly, my little ones”
the rats are on the way
Your father of pestilence
will not lead you astray

The doctor of the plague, he’s the cure
The remedy for the ailing world
Glass eyes glare the wastes
cracking down on the worthless
Scourge of man purified
Infection will be burned

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from Hounds of Perdition, released January 11, 2019

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Wolfhorde Keuruu, Finland

Wolfhorde is a metal band from Finland that produces music loaded with acoustic and traditional elements and mixes them together in a way that creates strong atmospheres. Lyrics ranging from the times of iron ages to present world create the themes inspired by mythology, history, nature, shamanism and so on. ... more

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