Infected

[Verse 1]

Rot beneath below, killing the chance to die

The rising of the dead

The pain denies the soul, even after

The killing gently, dissection of the light

The rotting of the soul

The pain realize the wounds, lives

[Verse 2]

You light the soul, killing ones they save

The rotting of the soul

Dying of the pain, killing the soul

[Bridge]

Killing send you to your grave

Dying soon the one they save

Tearing rid you of your limbs

Infection soon, infection soon sets in

[Verse 3]

Peeling rid you of your skin, infected, infected

Coming soon the end of life

Die, cure you of infliction