The Fever - Lay Down Rotten

Dead, we are dead.

All dead.

Dead, we are dead.

All dead.

Dead… dead… dead.

Dead… dead… dead.

Dead, we are dead.

All dead.

Dead, we are dead.

All dead.

Dead, we are dead.

All dead.

Dead, we are dead.

Damned uncreation.

Cut open the Vein.

Flesh as pure as Bitterness.

Beware of the Sinner’s Hands.

Doomed by the Worshippers of great Desasters.

Rising high upon A bloody Overture to open the blackened Gates.

Rising high upon A bloody Overture to open the blackened Gates.

It’s in my Blood, it’s in my Guts.

Poisoned by the last Deceiver.

I Am Hellbound.

Fading Schemes vanishing before my very Eyes.

Twilight of the Neverworld.

Demons feeding on my Spine.

Beyond the Tower of Sorrow I swallow my Screams.

Dead, we are dead.

All dead.

Dead, we are dead.

All dead.

Dead, we are dead.

All dead.

The Beast has bitten me.

Lungs on Fire, grey Skin on dry Bones.

Cast in Stone the final Thoughts.

A cold Grave for the Lifeless.

Incarcerated, my Eyes are in Cages.

In Vein the Sinners Temptations.

A hellish Nightmare, insane in A Dream.

The Dead disdain the Living.

Rising high upon A bloody Overture to open the blackened Gates.

Rising high upon A bloody Overture to open the blackened Gates.

It’s in my Blood, it’s in my Guts.

Poisoned by the last Deceiver.

Damned uncreation.

Cut open the Vein.

Flesh as pure as Bitterness.

Beware of the Sinner’s Hands.

Doomed by the Worshippers of great Desasters.

Dead, we are dead.

All dead.

Dead, we are dead.

All dead.

Dead, we are dead.

All dead.

Dead, we are dead.