It is the blood that spreads the sin If it's in your blood you cannot win You carry it inside You've become one of the rejected Let your instincts take control And smell the stench of the infected Transformation to another level of existence Infection is spreading Crimson tissue burning Bodily fluids boiling Disintegration comes All praying to a single god And all emotions be neglected Let adrenaline take control Inhale the stench of the infected An intervention from below Foul cadavers resurrected Let your instincts decide And smell the stench of the infected It is the blood that spreads the sin And if it's in your blood you cannot win An intervention from below Foul cadavers resurrected Let adrenaline decide And join the hordes of the infected