Letra de Disease

Violently left to rot hanging over the land Dying miserably obscuring view, destruction The blood spreads over the body of the only one surviving The darkness of his soul needs The chaos is for certain The disease is inevitable The blood will be spilled Your soul is lost. The worms consume all that is around Insatiable worms, mirrored in intelligent human ignorance They want to consume blood Repelling with hate nations that abuse us Nothing is left from what was conceived The extermination is right The end is tragic, the story does not lie, evil prevails The cry of distress is the most terrible, already heard Nobody and nothing escapes this big voraciousness Preached by the worms that will not stop insatiable Until the last drop of blood is spilled Your soul is lost The darkness of his soul screams The disease is inevitable Your soul is lost.