Look into the life, tissue is working
Glutinous carrion creats a tribe
Lord of plasm build the kingdom
Spit out your soul on the bloody cross
Hard to digest, a while of silence
You're bleeding glutinous dose
Like a priest you're praying
Breathless, new dead life
Lord of plasm, lord of tribe
the sign of sweet suffering
Save your mind, hide yourself
in the dead place with a chance to survive
Piercing scream from your trachea
Suicidal cry of the rotten flesh
Deadly pain, buring veins
Glutinous ghost takes your soul