Plague Upon the Pious - Countess

Watch them pray, watch them kneel

See them crawl before their worthless god

Hear their slander, hear their lies

Listen to their vile self-righteous cries

Their false god does not hear their pleas

They’ll die as they lived, on their knees

May the plague strike the holy

Pestilence and death upon the believers

Devout Worship is of no avail

Their pleas powerless, their prayers fail

Plague upon the pious

Like a fist of wrath from their vengeful god

Plague upon the pious

See the holy drown in a lake of blood

Their skin decays, their bodies spasm

Vomiting blood in excruciating pain

Clerics and believers suffering alike

Powerless against this wrathful strike

Their just fate for adhering to lies

Persisting in ignorance, scorning the wise

May the plague strike the holy

Black death and famine upon the believers

Cries to their god are of no avail

Holy writ is powerless, their lies fail

Plague upon the pious

Like a storm of steel from the ancient ways

Plague upon the pious

See the holy perish in a gruesome blaze

Plague upon the pious

Like a sea of rage from the gods of yore

Plague upon the pious

See the holy decay in agony and gore

Plague upon the pious

Like a force of vengeance from times gone by

Plague upon the pious

See the holy crumble their end is nigh