Plague of Undeath They walked down nothing Mimicking the one (they) called God Bowing down to some retard Which he eventually was found to be A thousand of them died Just because he wasn't self obliged Nothing was what he was in knee deep Retreating was (not) meant to be Guards, ready the block of slaughter Let the parasites on his entrails Devour all that's dilapate For the punishment, the time is now *Steve Solo* *Gab Solo* A thousand of them died Just because he wasn't self obliged Nothing was what he was in knee deep But now their guns are lined Guards, ready the block of slaughter Let the parasites on his entrails Devour all that's dilapate The dead shall seize thy soul