Like a virus to a wound I can feel this world Pulse and heave Begging for mercy with its soft frail voice
Millennia have passed, and so shall its life A collection of contagion, war and disease The earth rots from within Like a cancer, it sickens me
I am drawn to its death rattle A final lullaby To exterminate, take all their pathetic lives I must liberate this disease I will tend to these wounds
I will swallow it whole Take control I will swallow it whole Purify this world
For eons I've watched them grow So distinct, so depraved They know not what they do To offer my blessing To put them down I will I will bestow my gift upon this world I will I will show them the darkness that permeates all light
They will know my suffering I will erase this human disease They will feel my hand As I deliver them unto death Unto death
Erasus morbus humanitas Erasus morbus humanitas
I will litter the world with the flesh of the weak Even the dead shall know my name
The heavens shall watch as the world decays The oceans and land are set ablaze A colossal extinction The end of all life
I will make this world my own I will make this world my own
Swift is the hand that brings forth damnation Slow is the bitter release from pain From agony, born a timeless beauty I will make this world my own I will make this world my ownTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
