A ordinary railway-station. Platforms, tracks, people with their luggage. A train arrives. It's 30 minutes late. But passengers have finally seen it coming
I was left alone in a world with no God to take care. Where no cilivization is known. Where to survive is the only aim. Twelve weeks with no food or water
Seized in claws of unmerciful torsions you're shocked, Look around, culture spattered by stomach's bile, Lost souls are going for a walk to a land of
[Music: Cyjan / Lyric: Cyjan] He got into an organism, Injected embryos into intestines, He's preparing the reproduction, Incubation period is near.
a priest you're praying Breathless, new dead life Lord of plasm, lord of tribe the sign of sweet suffering Save your mind, hide yourself in the dead
Start human slaughter till the very end, Blessing of bloody God comes to grief. In the dead of night helpless bodies Excrete their souls, it's a sin of
A 47 storeyed office building. Luxury working conditions. Day after day welfare is created. Working hours are out. Time to go back home and see the family
Traduction: Dead Infection. Going Home With Me.
Traduction: Dead Infection. Règne de sang.
blame it on your musik is quite absurd when it's brought on by your society Infection spreading through my mind turning my brain to pus confusion comes so easily infection
Faceless, subhuman Shattered souls I feed Experimenting Dead eyes watching me Bow down Sheep to the slaughter Bow down Follow the creator Into the path
Traduction: Infectés. Long Days Dead.
. Completely misread I'm better off dead. And now I can see, how fake you can be This hypocracy's beginning to get to me. Over my head, better off dead
said. Completely misread I'm better off dead. And now I can see, how fake you can be This hypocracy's beginning to get to me. Over my head, better off dead