Fall In Disease — Immolation

Miles away the dead are left Quarantined contain the death Brought to man a gift from hell Infectious blood devours all

Filtered through Your blood it flows Your icy corpse frozen glance Rapid spreading unrelenting plague We`re sucked into its realm

Infected flesh... peels Falls to the ground... rots Rots in the heat... burns Burns away

Vomit blood into Your hands Hemorrhaging internally Organs breaking through Your skin Slow decay from within

Silent screams are never heard Echo through the fields of dead Doomed to face a painful end Alone to die where You fall

Bodies now are thrown Onto a pile, decay Infect the populace All behold the dead Rest eternally Now condemned to die Eradicates our race

Ablaze in fire, corpses burn Upon a mound of flesh Cleansed in flames, this rampant plague Crimson blood so pure

Infected flesh... peels Falls to the ground... rots Rots in the heat... burns Burns away