Symptoms spread on the winds
On an infected stench of flesh
It seals down your fate
The impact of your death
The soul is what it smells
For them a body can't suffice
From the carcasses
An autopsy on a cold stone

Burning bodies as perfume
In a trance madness grows
Corpses lying ignored
At the mortuary the path to death

As my cancer grows
Time will cease to flow
How to be saved
From the grave

Flesh divine
Bleeding i die
Infested life...
Future denied

Pumped from your veins
The liquid of external life
Suffering of the skull insane
Your blood pressure drops
Ripping out your soul
Entrails of the innocent
A seizure ends the game
Putrid eruptions, so intense

Solo: Stephane

Symptoms spread on the winds
On an infected stench of flesh
It seals down your fate
The impact of your death
The soul is what it smells
For them a body can't suffice
From the carcasses
An autopsy on a cold stone

Burning bodies as perfume
In a trance madness grows
Corpses lying ignored
At the mortuary the path to death

As my cancer grows
Time will cease to flow
How to be saved
Frome the grave

Flesh divimne
Bleeding I die
Infested life...
Future denied