Текст песни Obituary - Infected

Текст:

Rot beneath below. Killing the chance denied. The rotting of the soul. The pain denies the soul. Even after falling. The killing gently. Dissection of the light. The rotting of the soul. The pain realize the wounds. Leaving of your soul. It lives. You light the soul. Killing the ones they save. The rotting of the soul. Dying of the pain. Killing of the soul, it rots. Killing, send you to your grave. Dying, soon the one they save. Tearing, rid you of your limbs. Infection soon, infection soon sets in. Peeling, rid you of your skin. Infection Coming, soon the end of life. Dying, cure you of infliction.

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