"The Tower" genre: Black Metal
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	Demo session, November 2002
	Credits: Vrag
	Lyrics In the days when death, less subtle Rode upon the very wind The plague into this town blew in And quartered the life it harboured Humans lived in midday darkness Curse the Lord or Antichrist From the port and to sky Cast their jaundiced eyes in sadness And meanwhile as buboes swelled The fairest of maidens blackened Ill to bed with no way back Into common gravepits felled Far too many for the churchside Not enough for hell Young and old they fell Dogs and vermin multiplied The tower upon the isle Far from shore but not of sight Was hollow from a fire inside The new-found grave for dead and vile The dead, so many, choked the streets Were ferried across the harbour With naught ado, into the tower The plague grew weak as it was filled Scorn the hand that brought destruction The same no doubt that made the stars Rain into the sea at night Stir up sprites of putrefaction The stench of death clung to the mist That crept at night out of the waters The tower of the dead and rotten Oozed pestilence into the wind Ahh, doomed we are...

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