Andras - Miasma Track lyrics

With a last croaking gasp, I came to you in darkest hour Weak limbs, nearly dead, my misty way seemed endless to me An anguished path in dark bohemian woods Hope to escape the Miasma track Hear my words, don't retreat, while others fall I've got salvation Through the banned mile I crept, hunted by eyes, I surely know too well My wounded bones haven't failed till now Against the time that clasped my beloved Sentenced to d**h by the fog of deceased Like a merciless storm of hellish rage By the life of mine, give me the dear serum Blessed be thy name, in the coming days of our recovery In the days of joy, when a cold wind will arise To scour the land and blow the stench away