Besedila:
Plagues

The concept of fashion Is the one to blame Painting the portrait of Conviction-less existence Well, it must be difficult Being so gorgeous Well it must

Stars are bright, love is right All is gone, All is wrong

also that many daggers pointed at their visages The fallen angels, mythical daemons Thriumphant in their blasphemy I am Gordon, my name is annihilation Extremination I am the thousand plagues

And yet I've been cleansed with the water. A purity no mind can grasp. A purity so cool upon my fingertips. The vision that i have seen: this is the action

You've compromised your doctrines You've surrendered yourself to fashion. Come back to your faith; Come back to grace. He sang with us and loved others

I wish to turn around and return (to her warmth and laughter), but this calling is strong, and denial is impossible. No measure of weight can justify

Climbing into fire, her hands are forceful We're burying earth in earth White hands, soft hands carefully This makes no sense What's that sound I hear

Whatever happened to the integrity Found within a family? I return your glare And my bones are chilled With some sort of sickening Recipe of fear and

[Chorus] Thus saith the Lord: Since you refuse to free my people All through the land of Egypt... I send a pestilence and plague Into your house, into