Gangrene Harvest şarkı sözleri

Pus soaks this dirt Cancer to this land The roots turn sour Drowning in rotten decay Does this sound fair Infarct heart of the earth Bringer of the plaque Must I bare this cross much more I am the Martyr In smothered hope I bare This cross Cross of changes I am the martyr Of the gangrene harvest Of virulent incantation Obscene conjuration