Fear the rising tide of death
There is blood in the soil, tainting you
Fear the rising tide of death
There is blood in the soil, tainting you
The screams of those, that beg for mercy
Trapped in a world of inferno
As unholy filth feast on their flesh
Leaving bones and a black soul to remain
To most this would seem like an unpleasant
And an unholy sight
But to the deranged and twisted this is beauty at the core
Dying, decaying
Those words mean nothing to me
Blood boiling, to blisters
That's a sight I'd like to perceive
Fear the rising tide of death
There is blood in the soil, tainting you
Fear the rising tide of death
There is blood in the soil, tainting you