Pestilence - Stench of a decrepit race Your Divinity imprisoned in your rotten flesh Rodents Thats what you became Among the slime Feasting on your own putrefaction Youve fallen - neglected your wings Forgotten how to fly - now you crawl! Listen to my incantation I separate the beasts from Us To Death I Lead The Rats! Creatures without soul Too long I stand your nauseous smell What shame you have no soul Since your flesh now burns in Hell! Tomorrow hyperboreans Will step over your empty heads Now We leave the shadows Your bestial dynasty ends! Listen to my incantation I separate the beasts from Us To Death I