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Likhoradka

The power of nature forgotten            
A new god, we worship technology and innovation                
We are at the top of the universe                
Laughing in the face of what we used to believe                
Fearing nothing, supreme arrogance abounds                
Ignorance is bliss and everything is cured                
           
But stirring in the east                
A tall woman in a white dress                
Her face is pale and her hair disheveled                
And with a single kiss                
The world is frozen in fear                
Days, weeks, months, the pestilence grows                
And we caught the new plague                
           
The prey of this terrible affliction                
But we are the disease                
Sickness in our mind convinced we are supreme                
Still the future does not look so bright                
And our executioner does not discriminate                
She sees everyone the same                
           
And there is no way around it                
Breathe her deep into your lungs                
We are infected and no one can be protected                
Can you taste the blood                
This plague will take us all                
The politicians offering only lies                
Refined nonsense to calm the masses                
           
You know you cannot escape                
The flesh is tormented, this pain cannot be abated                
She is the evil of nature                
The most dangerous of all                
In broad daylight, death silently lurks                  
On the stone, glass, and in the air                
           
Spinning like a raven                
Collecting souls in your name, Chernobog                
As your dowry grows                
Bodies burned, an attempt to quiet your wrath                
The world lays in ruins                
While we scream in vain                  
The only vaccine is pain and loss, a wasteland                
No one in sight                
           
And once again we fear your name                
The virus deep inside              
Can you taste the blood                
You know there is no escape                
In suffocating captivity                
She places the crown upon your head                
Until the world bows and begs for your mercy
NBathory
Written by NBathory (Natalia)
Published | Edited 26th Mar 2020
Author's Note
The Likhoradka is a female spirit in Slavic mythology that causes sickness. She is considered a creation of the dark god, Chernobog. (K)Corona in Spanish and Russian means crown. Placing the crown on...
The Likhoradka is a female spirit in Slavic mythology that causes sickness. She is considered a creation of the dark god, Chernobog. (K)Corona in Spanish and Russian means crown. Placing the crown on your head is a dual reference to giving the virus to humanity and also crowning the Dark God as ruler of the world. This is based on a more apocalyptic view of a virus with origins explained in old mythology.
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