Through The Eyes Of The Dead - A Catastrophe Of Epic Proportions lyrics

Followers led to rot among their waste A putrid path of torment and human debris Infection of the soul No purity Tearing apart from the inside out Sickness spreading further from the host Spiraling out of control As the 11th hour rears its ugly head We embrace d**h as the only way Consumed with fear and no apparent cure Condemned as humanity's demise Incinerated to remove the plague Thrown to the fires screaming Burning half alive We are the disease We are the virus There is no cure Only extinction Insanity only a step away The sun begins to fade This foreseen image of madness and the sheer panic floods the streets We are the disease We are the virus There is no cure Only extinction Sickness spreading further from the host Spiraling out of control We are the disease We are the virus There is no cure Only extinction