The gods are dead The visions all seem to say We're doomed, to rot The blood of a thousand fucking heavens Rains through the clouds Scars of the crucifix upon children Terrifying stigmatas, they never die They presume possession But it's an infection We feel fear Cured, by fire Let them fucking burn They choke on the smoke From the infected, undead, burning children Airborne infection See, how they run, flee They breathe in their own death It never ends Their putrid skin will rot right off their bones This is ever lasting, death Their soul won't move on, they are Confined, within it's host Confined, even in death Immortal soul confined, all life is left to rot We're not dying, just suffering Earth will rot, it consumes their souls We're Genetic mutations Humanimal They hide, under the ground In the dirt, like fucking worms And we are the eagles Their hands full of hate White knuckle tight they fight How will it end, or will it never? The plague consumes me