I Am Disease

Wind brings famine Your lungs fill with dust Serpent scales etch the ground The phase it shifts Leaves you all alone The moon is burning The city sleeps Will his blood here take you down? Through the dirt below Deceiving eyes can erase your mind Erase your soul Born of lightning Thunder and the rain Once forgotten I release My touch is sickness For which there is no cure My legions growing The serpent reaps On past the gates of sin My legion brings the plagues We raise our fists and arise...Hail Satan! The sleeping city withers and depletes Slow poison trickles down your throat Arise!!!!! Storms are coming Black clouds bring the curse The virus seeps into your mind Seething evil tells you to proceed We are the left hand We've bound the right