Encephalitis, a growth inside your head.
Say goodbye at Lucifer's gates of Death.
Forth it hath been said, you must die.
Amputation, you will suffer, flesh lies rotting.
The stench of carcasses brings evil festerings,
Of non-mortal ones,
The Dark Unholy Beasts.
See your life slip away, no more today.
For Satan he does not care,
Say your Final Prayer.
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
