1. PLAGA

Mors vincit omnia
Mors certa, hora incerta
Omnia mors aequat

Black is her veil
Envelops her face
Complexion - ivory pale

She travels the world
Animating the worst fears
Existing next to us
accompanies us for years

There she comes
Attired in fear
Every her step reminds how drear
Is a vicious nature of her

Everyone is equal
So same for death
She holds priest's hand
Takes peasant's breath

Dance macabre
Let's join the circle
One is to born, other to die
Shroud of mortality covers their eyes
Last view – doctor plague

Body is consumed by fire
What connected you with world is embers
Putting an end to humans' desire
Hopes and dreams are what you left behind
Never meant to be remembered
Never to be found

With no honors
With no meaning how we lived
No ceremony, no farewell
Last breath
We return to our Lord

Brevis ipsa vita est sed malis fit longior
Nemo ante mortem beatus

The light is above
Dies Irae is close
Illuminated macabre
All things necrose

When fear blinds
Gives excusses to sacrifice
To save yourself no matter of price
It can be even somebody's life
/vocalisation: aaaaaa

When fear blinds
To persecution it gives rights
Opens the door of fanaticism to revives
There has to be Poena Dei,
The result of somebody's crimes
/vocalisation: aaaaaa

Heavy is punishing hand of God

Empty are words
Empty are deeds
Sacrifice others
For your own needs
/Choir: altra mors