Bloodsoaked Rotting In Filth
See the angels forced from heaven
Burning as they fall
Sickness infests all they have
Nothing is left
Burning souls are left below
Rotting in filth
Rotting in filth
Rotting in filth
Rotting, your soul, it bleeds
Dying, killing, lying
Left to rot while festering
Smell the death
Blood stops flowing to your brain
Death is here
Save me from, my own hell
Feel the death, take my life
Wretched world, that we live
It takes hold, of your soul
It won't stop, death is here
Now I know what I must do
To confirm the dead are dead
Blessed are the weak ones
Weakness grows within your soul
Blackened heart is full of grief
Hatred makes me want to die
Death will take me where I need
For this hatred to lye weak
Feel the pain of life itself
Death is now the only way
