Tomb of Armenus - Jungle Rot

Satan’s rotting corpse, The Smell of brutal death

release the children of god, And all the blood shed

Fear his evil heaven, The evil hell you fear

Fear the next Pope, The next Anti-Christ

Rip off your face, Death in his eyes

A murderous state, He will arise

The tomb of Armenius

Dying spirits cry

Kill the unborn fetus

The spirit of the Anti-Christ

Dying spirits cry, The evil thoughts of hell

His spirit is now laughing, At an everlasting pain

Slowly a man dies with seizures, Rips off his own face

And tries to scream, An everlasting death