Into the Plague-spot (Raging Pandemia) Lyrics
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Album | Beauty of Atrocity(2007) |
Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
Genres | Brutal Death Metal, Grindcore |
Labels | Wings of Destruction |
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3. Into the Plague-spot (Raging Pandemia)
Infected with the virus of unknown disease.
The symptoms of the sickness are suddenly revealed.
39 fever ... Your body in convulsion beats.
The epidemic is growing strong and the quarantine begins.
Critical situation ... plague rages upon the humankind.
In kingdom of the death the infected shall be burned alive.
The realm of contagion smells like rotted flesh.
Unburied bodies decompose in the cities of the damned.
The cure is still unfound ... They doomed to endless sufferings.
Grasp of pest ... Rot alive ... Screams and die.
The veins are pumping the infected blood into morbid brain.
Internal organs are defunct ... Victims in a state of pain.
Infection struck the tormented flesh by the shade of death.
Minds paralyze ... Your body dies ... Pray for your demise.
The shroud of death is clouding your wretched life
And capturing the soul tearing from the dying flesh.
Black processions of the hearses are wheeling at the streets.
They gather the bodies of those who falling in decease.
Corpse cremation ... the rotting flesh burn in fire.
The every night lighten by the flames of pyre.
The symptoms of the sickness are suddenly revealed.
39 fever ... Your body in convulsion beats.
The epidemic is growing strong and the quarantine begins.
Critical situation ... plague rages upon the humankind.
In kingdom of the death the infected shall be burned alive.
The realm of contagion smells like rotted flesh.
Unburied bodies decompose in the cities of the damned.
The cure is still unfound ... They doomed to endless sufferings.
Grasp of pest ... Rot alive ... Screams and die.
The veins are pumping the infected blood into morbid brain.
Internal organs are defunct ... Victims in a state of pain.
Infection struck the tormented flesh by the shade of death.
Minds paralyze ... Your body dies ... Pray for your demise.
The shroud of death is clouding your wretched life
And capturing the soul tearing from the dying flesh.
Black processions of the hearses are wheeling at the streets.
They gather the bodies of those who falling in decease.
Corpse cremation ... the rotting flesh burn in fire.
The every night lighten by the flames of pyre.
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