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Cerebral Infection

Fallen Angels (USA)
Hatred swarming on vengeful winds
Unforeseen
acts of horror about to begin
Hostile minds begin their cry
Violently convulsing bodies begin to die
Organs exude as they erode
Their minds weaken as they implode
Forced into their perishing state
Engulfed in affliction their death permeates
Festering
spawn of apocalyptic complexion
Is there no end to this growing infection?
Accepted have they their decaying condition
Impending plague of wretched disposition
Bludgeoning disease incurable by man's modern science
Mutilated tissue,
infected wounds,
organism come to defy us
Experiments gone awry,
nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Impending death,
infectious waste,
Death to all will be our fate

What will be the end?
Laid to rest thousands of men
What will be the end?
Disease frozen in nitrogen
What will be the end?
Death to all for our sins

Bio-liquid chemicals forcing you to ceae to breathe
Causing malignant disease
foaming at the mouth you begin to seethe
Bulging eyes,
blistering skin,
body trail,
looking pale and thin
Contaminated vapors you inhale,
your heart ceases to palpate

What will be the end?
Laid to rest thousands of men
What will be the end?
Disease frozen in nitrogen
What will be the end?

Epidemic rages across the land
Bodies contorted in the sand
Who will we blame for this?
Fighting back against an iron fist
Will this be the death of me?
Murderous rage fuels the hearts of war
Brutal systematic way of life felt forevermore
Incarcerated souls mesmerized with this obsession
Of dealing terror in the fiercest aggression

Bodies mounting is all I see
Will this be the death of me?