Из альбома: KnuckleTracks 95
Swarming cross the nations, he reeks of Death,
Of suffering and pain
The underpected visitor, the unfortold,
The uninvited guest
A swarming lethal mass, sickening and...
Indifferent to his rampage,
He feels no guilt - he feels no shame at all
He's struck down civilizations,
But millions are yet to fall..
A stench of putrid flesh, a dealer of death
Wone he spreads the seeds
... of vile and foul disease
Bathe the world in plague
A trail of dead - in his way
A path of death - there's no escape
A companion of a man - a timeless faith
A festering evil - we all shall face
Burning, Melting, Freezing, Dying...!
Wone he spreads the seeds
... of vile and foul disease
Bathe the world in plague
The seeds are alone he spreads
Disease of vile and fould
But in plague the world shall fall
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