Plague of Procreation - Solitude Aeturnus

In the world of distortions

Procreation our doom

Images set before us Weigh false in truth

Swords from other lands

Are wet with blood

An enemy invades us The great plague has come

Leaders of the twisted sect

Backwards in their love

Bind upon terrors chain

Shackles of the prophet’s vision

Chorus:

The Plague of Procreation

The white satin blood

The Plague of Procreation

On Earth it is done

In a madman’s deliverance

Destruction’s fire

This drive inside our veins

Only fool’s desire

Through shallow cities vast

Crying souls pray for death

Like ruins that never collapse

In the final face of regret