thousand plagues

Enter d**h, stench of decay

Over the withering land

Rotting corpses, ultimate disease

May the plague and famine

Feast on your feeble flesh

Festering wounds, decay crawls inside

Only shiftless light shines

Light of the living dead

Agony, like a thousand knives, like a thousand whips

The plague prevails, possessing everything

Slowly erasing life from all of you

Like insects, like worms

Winds of depravity

Blowing across your desolated gardens

Rain of poison, acid soil, all trees are dead

No healing hand, no recovering potion

For the rotting flesh…

Decadence of the christian empire

Stench of sh**, rotting tears on your christ's dirty cheek

Illness, eternal curse, infection

Christians baptized with sickness