Beneath The Soil

Rot in the ground where I lay beneath the soil

The roots of greed begin to bloom while my corpse slowly decays

I am now the atrophy that withers you away

I am the weight on your shoulders caving in your frame

I am godless torture and enslavement of the mind

Those who speak my name seek the end of misey

Death in all of it's mercy

I feed on their suffering prey upon the weak

We've come for this world on the wing of hell

We've come for this world on the wing of hell

Beneath the soil is where we feast we run this world dry

We are diesease

You fucking cowards

You are dead rotting flesh

As this worlds

Laid to rest

Laid to rest

Putrefied corrosion your decline

Fuck you