Enter death, stench of decay
Over the withering land
Rotting corpses, ultimate disease
May the plague and famine
Feast on your feeble flesh
Festering wounds, decay crawls inside
Only shiftless light shines
Light of the living dead

Agony, like a thousand knives, like a thousand whips
The plague prevails, possessing everything
Slowly erasing life from all of you
Like insects, like worms
Winds of depravity
Blowing across your desolated gardens

Rain of poison, acid soil, all trees are dead
No healing hand, no recovering potion
For the rotting flesh…

Decadence of the christian empire
Stench of shit, rotting tears on your christ's dirty cheek
Illness, eternal curse, infection

Christians baptized with sickness
Blessed by the thousand plagues