YERSINIA PESTIS ©

Blood runs its course through the chambers of hearts.

Oath of destruction we’ve chosen the path.

Unearthly unsettled the future is bleak.

The faith of resistance diminish the weak.

Tortured, tainted, feeling complacent.

Through the dangers of deficiency.

Abortifacient, calefacient.

Through the agents of calamity.

Dysentery blackens the heart disease.

I can't breathe, the strain of your disease.

Dysentery blackens the heart disease.

I can't breathe, the strain of your disease.

The strain of your disease... (The strain of your disease)

Separate the flesh, deeper through the skin, split through the incision buried from within.

Odds stacked against us, four stages of hell, yersinia pestis, no gods will save you now.

Dysentery blackens the heart disease.

I can't breathe, the strain of your disease.

Dysentery blackens the heart disease.

I can't breathe, the strain of your disease.

The strain of your disease... (The strain of your disease)

Odds stacked against us, four stages of hell, yersinia pestis, no gods will save you now.