[Lyric] Kroez Er Vossen (Hexecutor)

Across the tortuous pathway by the heathlands
Drenched with the tears
Of a mourning December sky
A peasant was driving his cart to Camors
Near the plan of Treauray a lamentable figure

Seeped in his eyes…

Hobbling, stubbling, crawling
With the help of a rotten stick
An aged hunched crone was travelling
Awful face, soulless eyes
Cheeks hollow like an open grave
In a christian charity impulse he drove her

Pestilence vides, drеssed in rags…
The horse was rushing
As if thе devil’s whip was hitting his rump
Old woman was sitting in the back of the cart
Hemmed a noxious aura of sickness and death
Atmosphere corrupted
With an unbearable pathogenic stench
The bell tower of Camors
Appeared through the crying clouds
« Here I stop !
I take charge of destroying this land !
When my task is accomplished
Graves will be so numerous
There won’t be any room left to bury corpses
It’s the Plague, peasant
That you brought to Camors ! »

So many cadavers, no gravedigger
Was left alive to bury them all
Megalith, Cromlech
Rocks of the castle of Konomor
Mineral substances last longer than flesh

Life is only a desperate rush to the grave
The great finale is Death
Pestilence and oblivion

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…

Conclusion of this tale is no prayer
No bible, no crucified fool
Will carry your soul to an everlasting paradise
Where daily life is a survival
Men erect weakness in shapes of a cross
In a cage of granite and wood
All flesh is destined to rot
Krœz Er Vossen…
Krœz Er Vossen…