Legion Of The Damned - Chronic Infection (Pestilence cover) | Текст песни

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• Legion Of The Damned
• Chronic Infection (Pestilence cover)

Forced isolation in centuries of disgust
Disease of the soul, living lives which are lost
Muddled identities, living out days
Scaring it's victims, a formless face

Respiratory ailments, suffering cries
A nervous affliction, another victim dies

Horrifying skin eruptions
With protruded eyes they see
How facial features are rotting away
Mutilating endlessly
Trapped, separated from humanity
Epidemic, fatal destiny
A foul oudor from gangrenous parts
Incurable sick they'll be

Sick they'll be

Pain and suffering will stay
Bodies slowly rot away
Unable to provide curative treatment
Sudden death, morbidity
High, raise plague mortality
Corpses putrify horribly

Respiratory ailments, suffering cries
A nervous affliction, another victim dies

Territories in drearyness
Neglected fields in what you see
People escaped
This unpredictable reality
Loss of men accelerates
Laicization of society
Extiraple indiscriminately

Bodies of the dead decayed
Where they had breathed last
Filled with fear, death is near,
Belonging to the past
Thousands of men put away in isolation
Suffered from the chronic infection

Infection - infection - infection

Chronic infection
Chronic infection
Chronic infection