Pilgrim of Doom Lyrics

Pilgrim with a walking stick
Surrounded by snakes,
Death is your name
Plague and anger,
Mower of life,
Without a face,
without mercy,
Wandering

The wind of purification
goes along with you,
The last ancient sower
of destruction,

the breath of lepers
waiting for penance,
soulless mothers,
killing
their children,
graves waiting
for their bodies,

Your funeral march among
Burned cities and villages,
The pale moon heats dead bodies,
Painful creatures
Cursing your merciful savior,
You pilgrim
who became the conquest icon
Glory to You

The kingdom at your feet
drowned in rivers of cruelty,
upheavals madmen,
followers of the old man
who sits and looks
in his golden throne
for your fall

Angels without wings,
they distort their faces
in contempt, condemned forever,
pilgrim with a snake stick
gives you a battle sign,
protect yourself and festering hearts,

Gates to the realm of nothingness,
Standing open,
Warriors in shackles
waiting for their fate,

Judgment of a wise Man
without a face,
Torches in the hands of demons,
Master of the black plague,
A serpent ruler