As We Rot - Metropolis of Debauchery Lyrics

(During those days people will seek death but will not find it; they will long to die, but death will elude them)
As. ro-tten
Spill your blood
At my right hand
You choose torture
In my place
You might
See life
Like end
Stab
Repeat
Chop
Finely
Epidem begins
Infectious swoops
Prayers in every home
Hope does not leave the healthy
The blood flowing
We do nothing
(Just shoot 'em in the head, that seems to put 'em down permanent. But then you gotta burn 'em)
Unbearable moans from bags of cysts
The desire to quarter them to shreds
To quarter and disembowel the inwards
Termination of the dead
Contagious growth leads to mutation
Leads to die
(Danny, put another round in the fat one. He's a twitcher)
Leads to die