Unholy chanting is cycling in foreign tongues
There's no repentance now and to this sickness you'll vow
Vow your life
Bringing back the balance as the screams turn into silence
Bringing back the balance as this life turns into darkness
It's the end of existence
I am pestilence
An absence of oxygen replaced with despair
With no hope for resistance
I am pestilence
Waste your final words on empty fucking prayers
Never ending sickness
Never ending silence
Bodies of deceased becoming nature's feast
A grotesque mess littering the fucking streets
The shadow of death creeps
In the wake of the white horse
Revolting disgust from the source
In the wake of the white horse
Revolting disgust from the source
Contaminate with no remorse
Sinister incantations echoing through generations
Twisting their psyches with infernal blasphemy
Securing the remaining souls
With their blood on a scroll
Securing the remaining souls
They will be yours to control
It's the end of existence
I am pestilence
An absence of oxygen replaced with despair
With no hope for resistance
I am pestilence
Waste your final words on empty fucking prayers
Never ending sickness
Never ending silence
So I wonder why, why God puts all of his love into something so empty and weak.
The scales have always been tipped in their favor
The absence of your savior is something I'll always savor
Dead, depraved with one foot in the grave
Only those with black eyes can see through my disguise
Filthy putrid rot consuming each and every thought
Infecting the living and ceasing the breathing with this sickening stench
Filthy putrid rot consuming each and every thought
An absence of oxygen replaced with despair
I am pestilence