Mutilation, life decay Bile takes all your flesh away Intestines die, you're left to rot Covered in pus, gore and blood Skin peels off, white and cold Your frail head's now turning bald There's no escape, the ache stings deep Cries of torment, as you weep No one will hear your cries Time is up, death shall rise Misery of growing pain It's time to die, die in vain Your mind's turning blank Turning blank... Horrified, your sight fades Limbs turning black, eyes turn glazed White appears, putrifaction strikes Death's too slow for your likes No one will hear your cries Time is up, death shall rise Your life now has ceased Parasites, will have their feast Your mind's turning blank Turning blank...