Crust 05. Plague

Альбом Stoic в мрачных визуализациях Plague Iron jaws are tightly closed The truth is caged The bones of trust were broken And the tongue is silent Limbs that used to carry a vessel of wisdom Now are weak and motionless. Scars run deep and long across the face Depicting a portrait of ugliness and death This is what my land has become The future is doomed Seeds of hate and fear grow, endlessly grow inside. Oceans of blind eyes can’t tell truth from lies Temples of justice strange innocence With greedy twisted hands they steal everything they can. With greedy twisted minds they cultivate a nation with plague in heart.