Reapers guard these wastelands. Energy is dead.
Endless fuss behind. Signs are placed around.
The road leads to the arms of death.
Road leads
Arms of death
Come here
Spill your blood
Expectation. The plague of parallel worlds is transparent
Nonexistence. Field of deadly traps. Inevitability
Victims fall into these pits. Don't turn this way.
Funnels such as magnetic zones suck souls
Expectation. The plague of parallel worlds is transparent
Nonexistence. Field of deadly traps. Inevitability
Your way to nowhere has begun now
Tempest grinds your rotten bones
credits
from Plague From Parallel Worlds,
released September 12, 2019
Music by Eugene Kshevin and Alex Sakharov
Lyrics by Sergey Blokhin
Recorded at Redneck Studio, St. Petersburg
Mixed and Mastered by Nikita Psarev (Redneck Studio, St. Petersburg)
Cover art by Jorge Vimendy (Sick Graphics productions)