Unholy Infestation

Alight, the fleet, of dead from sea of black Through blood, and pus, their grievous fate is hanged Infested, deserted, the swarm of flies unrested This illness, insidious, the death toll comes egregious, screaming viciously Live! O' my divine leaveth who falls behind Flee! Against the tide who bringeth exile Fear! O' my own kind clinging on thread of life Heed! Thy rotten cry engorged and purified Mors Nigra Burrowed Inside Sapremia Corpse desecrated they cleanse in the dark Flock of masquerading crows, feeding through the flesh of man The flesh of man! Horrifying pestilence with impetus, gratifying death sacrilegious Rodents feasting from the blood of traitorous Blood boils seeping from holes they gave to us Stench of corpses harboring the fallen ones Skulls decaying washed away with blackened blood Dread of nightfall swallowing the virtuous He who must not be named will torture us all Cured by the shadows of this unholy infestation Watchful eyes of the demon reaching through your soul Live! O' my divine leaveth who falls behind Flee! Against the tide who bringeth exile Fear! O' my own kind clinging on thread of life Heed! Thy rotten cry engorged and purified Mors Nigra Burrowed Inside Sapremia The flesh of man! Alight, the fleet, of dead from sea of black Through blood, and pus, their grievous fate is hanged Infested, deserted, the swarm of flies unrested