Fall in Disease - Immolation

Miles away the dead are left

Quarantined contain the death

Brought to man a gift from hell

Infectious blood devours all

Filtered through Your blood it flows

Your icy corpse frozen glance

Rapid spreading unrelenting plague

We’re sucked into its realm

Infected flesh… peels

Falls to the ground… rots

Rots in the heat… burns

Burns away

Vomit blood into Your hands

Hemorrhaging internally

Organs breaking through Your skin

Slow decay from within

Silent screams are never heard

Echo through the fields of dead

Doomed to face a painful end

Alone to die where You fall

Bodies now are thrown

Onto a pile, decay

Infect the populace

All behold the dead

Rest eternally

Now condemned to die

Eradicates our race

Ablaze in fire, corpses burn

Upon a mound of flesh

Cleansed in flames, this rampant plague

Crimson blood so pure

Infected flesh… peels

Falls to the ground… rots

Rots in the heat… burns

Burns away