[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