Dying culture don't abuse me you'll need me soon Fighting for you I'll tear up your bodies Taste the sweet smell of blood
Slow death I cause and nightmares I bring dying culture No more money counts only a fear of senseless praying
Dying culture your blood's on my hands
Dying culture was there an ending what was on your mind Your own breed collapsed suffered from cancer Taste the sweet smell of plague Dying culture it's the last time I squirt the poison of truth Into your swelled body
Dying culture your blood's on my hands
No one will stop me the blossom of death so feel my cape covering mankind