Sons of Avarice от Split

We are the men who sold the world But will die with empty hands Avarice running through our veins We’ve brought ourselves to shame Come down plagues! Like rain from the skies Come down plagues! Upon the earth like rain from the sky A generation of hate and disgrace Empires built on mountains of waste We ignored the prophecies foretold Now watch our destiny unfold Caught in a trap of our own device Time has come to pay the price Crushed by the burden of our legacy We must face defeat Come down plagues! Like rain from the skies Come down plagues! Bring down the walls of this empire Come down plagues! Like rain from the skies! Come down plagues! To scour these barren lands from the bastard sons of vultures and snakes! The sky A darker shade of grey It’s so still So still now Denied the light of life Rejoice We’re all plagued now