Текст песни Pestilence And Honey

You bury your Dead too shallow

To get more flies, Pestilence and Honey

A kindred Spirit I control your destiny

What you smell is Fear As I cry to the Heavens

Truth isn't what it seems It's what the Fool believes

All the good one's are Dead And all Guilt is relative

For the sake of Veracity I thought I had lost it all

But these years proved otherwise So much more was taken

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Sweetness veils the rotting Flesh

And steaming Stench of thousands of Graves

What you sense is True Evil What you smell is True Fear

What you spread is a Miasma of Flies Pestilence and Honey

Every Headstone tells a Story Of Pestilence and Honey

(and of even more flies) So pale the Pleasure so pale the Pain

Because every Headstone tells a Story

All the good one's are Dead All the good one's are Dead