Mass Epidemic Our eyes are burned with rage. We are devoured with a worm of oblivion. Who's made it with us? What shakes us from within? I know we should run. Where? We don't know. In dark abysses of your worlds We'll find rescue. The cold's pulled out from bowels We devour fire. Burned with rage! The strange seed's generated enmity. In painful delight we rush. And silence of stars Reminds us of fast destruction The cold's pulled out from bowels We devour fire.