Worldecay کے بول

Frustrated into destructiveness So fragile this creation It's but a matter of time before it engulfs itself Senseless, loss of strength Harvesting the crops So fragile, so vile Bringing its own decay Whip away the peaceful well Death came to end the pain This plague, this ever-spreading disease It should know when it's been conquered It should know when it's but dust in the air It should be apt to look back and consider Never again it should shed its light The man-disease shalt no longer be scattered The man-disease shalt no longer be scattered Never again it should shed its light It should know when it's conquered to the very core Aghast it stood, numb it became Were it burnt or torn by beasts? Where's your saviours now? Who wilt heal this lethal infection? What will unmask the wounds? The being, in sore need of remedy Declared...dead Never again it should shed its light The man-disease shalt no longer be scattered Never again it should shed its light