A touch of pestilence In fervent rotten eyes Misery and death Coming together with cold hands The children bathe in their own blood The grounds lay in a scent of sickness Smothering life by the wrath of decay Read in the eyes of the rotten The history of an unavoidable genocide The determined marching towards The decline of humanity Driven from conceptions of might We're sinking in war A touch of pestilence In fervent rotten eyes Misery and death Coming together with cold hands