Beg For A Fast Death lyrics

Beg for a fast death I sentence you to slow Living in filthy room Without doors In your blood Bugs of hate begin to multiply Cutting piece by biece Leper body of truth I see rotten corpses Digged graves I hear moans dying I choose darkness You taking the deadly harvest Of an epidemic Look at your world Look at the work of great God Let the fire burn me Let it will decompose my soul The stench of agony squeezes out Last drops of infected "I" To free from you From your heaven Behind the seven mile Of scream is hell... It's belongs to you