You, we're coming.. Rotting in the wastes below.. Die, killing.. Rotting in the wastes below.. . Rotting in the wastes again.. Giving the chance to die..
You've found once, live wise.. The taste to come, we'll go.. Lost right taking the face, the coming show.. Threatening skies.. Threatening skies.. I will fear rising forms more slow..
You will soon come with me to die. And find that death is not the end.. Who I say, who will, who won't be freed.. Tell me that this is not the end complete..
Scratch, scratch, should be there. Misdirections of rotting corpses. I'm now sulking in the corner. . Five more minutes and we'll all be dead. Five more minutes and we'll all be dead.