With rags drenched in the d**hs of our own kind
A ma**ive tail of rats align our steps behind
Scattered crosses in every corner of our eyes
While our mouths drown in oceans of swarming flies
Black d**h leprosy slithers on skin
Pierced from within
Fever grins like a madman's face
Ungodly fall from grace
Foul rash of agonized bleeding
The pulse receding
Vultures circle impatiently
To carve the flesh from bone fatally
Many a moon on, escape from a d**h so certain
The plague breathes down our necks just as sure as night's curtain
Trapped to wander this procession of inhumation
Our bloodline parched on a cursed road to stagnation