Black Death کے بول

At the depths of our being Discard the morlas of our humanity Discard the morals Bodies stricken of life they bleed Senses escaped them There is no end to the pain that's felt Until black death Infested insides decaying deep within Spreads to the surface Insects crawl from under our skin Until black death At the depths of our being Discard the morlas of our humanity When we escape escape these dark days? And the scanners that follow us Just shadows of our former selves Bodies stricken of life they bleed Senses escaped them There is no end to the pain that's felt Until black death Infested insides decaying deep within Spreads to the surface Insects crawl from under our skin Until black death At the depths of our being Discard the morlas of our humanity When we escape escape these dark days? And the scanners that follow us Just shadows of our former selves There is no end to the pain that is felt Demons now gorge upon our flesh