Testo di 'Rat Armada' di Kalot Enbolot

No soul was there to see the coming of our rotten fleet;
No heart was there to flutter in fear of impending death;
Within bowels of the vessels, our dirty phalanx lay in hiding
No trumpets heralded our arrival
And yet we came
All Europe burned

All flesh is grass; engrave these words upon your graves
Your youth in bloom, soon to be scavenged in slime
None shall get away; all will mingle with the dead
Before our morbid altar you'll beseech to be spared
No mercy!

As dusk cloaked busy streets and voices turned to whispers
We over flew and brought the disease upon fertile lands;
On our backs we carried assassins of formidable names
With the human howling we disseminated and tainted
The flesh and the bones

All flesh is grass; engrave these words upon your graves
Your youth in bloom, soon to be scavenged in slime
None shall get away; all will mingle with the dead
Before our morbid altar you'll beseech to be spared
No mercy!

Behold, the smoldering hatred of our wretched master
Bow before the might figure of the Nameless One;
Embrace the rags draping His plague-eaten flesh
Kiss the hand that feeds the sickness into your souls;
The Rat Armada
None shall survive

The year was 1347 when our legions stroke with hate
Black Death-they would later know us by that name;
as we crept inside the living human organism with
Worm and snails munching on the diseased
We turned your cities into grotesquely twisted ruins;

Skeletons romping around
Decaying flesh hanging from bones
Pipes of mourning and drums of death
The orchestra of condemnation
The hideous danse macabre

The dawn of the New Age, the terror of extermination
Pictures of abundant death, bodies dumped into the ditch
Decomposing remnants of once proud noble mankind
Now broken and brought to its knees before
Inhumane oppression

Embrace the end of all life
Open your arms to the Rat Armada
Here we come
[Blackout]…