But Death Goes On - Dawn of Disease

Virus set upon the earth

A disease called death

Kneeling down to beg

For the grace of god

Come to enter paradise

Salvation from the burden of life

Answer the call

Of your false prophet

You can not hide

All seeing eyes

That’s what you’ve been praying for

All the time

Not yet you bastard hypocrites

Even realized

What time has come

The dying has begun

The era of the most high

Nothing down into the dirt

Of a future

Far away from imagination

Gathered for the last sacrifice

Begging for absolution

Trying to stop the killing divine

But death goes on

No immediate demise

A slow and painful act

Of rotting

While the eyes are still on fire

Senseless rituals

Release from all the sins

Answer the call

That’s what you’ve been praying for

All the time