Paroles de Thousand Plagues

Enter death, stench of decay Over the withering land Rotting corpses, ultimate disease May the plague and famine Feast on your feeble flesh Festering wounds, decay crawls inside Only shiftless light shines Light of the living dead Agony, like a thousand knives, like a thousand whips The plague prevails, possessing everything Slowly erasing life from all of you Like insects, like worms Winds of depravity Blowing across your desolated gardens Rain of poison, acid soil, all trees are dead No healing hand, no recovering potion For the rotting flesh… Decadence of the christian empire Stench of shit, rotting tears on your christ's dirty cheek Illness, eternal curse, infection Christians baptized with sickness Blessed by the thousand plagues