| We the diseased have taken your world
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| And thrown it to darkness and plague
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| The stench of malaise is alive in the air
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| Forever by horror enslaved
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| Gone is the time when the sky was not black
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| Before the structures of doom
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| He was the one who made this to be
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| The one of the unhealing wound
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| Within the bowels of the edifice
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| That radiates nausea
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| Waves of blackness perpetually exude
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| A decaying dystopia
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| The god of disease with his eyes rolled back
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| Arms outstretched in decay
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| Macabre eternal, bringer of rot
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| The sick kill the sick, tainted blood is shed
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| In this foul place of freakishness
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| Mountains of the dead grow in festering piles
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| No future, no past, just excruciating death
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| Your world is dead
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| Teeth render flesh into blood streaming pulp
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| Filth laden fingers claw into rot holes
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| A mockery of life while the doom bringer sits
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| Crawling with maggots with death on his lips
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| Macabre eternal
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| We the diseased have taken your world
|
| The one of the unhealing wound
|
| Within the bowels of the edifice
|
| That radiates nausea
|
| Waves of blackness perpetually exude
|
| A decaying dystopia
|
| The god of disease with his eyes rolled back
|
| Arms outstretched in decay
|
| Macabre eternal, bringer of rot
|
| The sick kill the sick, tainted blood is shed
|
| In this foul place of freakishness
|
| Mountains of the dead grow in festering piles
|
| No future, no past, just excruciating death
|
| Your world is dead
|
| Teeth render flesh into blood streaming pulp
|
| Filth laden fingers claw into rot holes
|
| A mockery of life while the doom bringer sits
|
| Crawling with maggots with death on his lips
|
| Macabre eternal
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| We the diseased have taken your world |