Roten flesh, inner pain, on the way of fields and woods. Through
the bare eyes of simple mortals everything seems beautiful.
Destructive plague which changes the mind and the free will of being.
Contamination, lethal nightmare. Plague comes out from the darkness.
We are condemned to absorv the air we breath.
Vomit of blood, the expanded eyes bring pain. Feeling my own fall.
The thin and rotten body delivers the vision of the plague
to the wolrd as bones and flesh melt.
I notice that I´m not alive anymore, from my organs blowing scars, my eyes
Are coloured with red, through my sweat the pus gives off from my body.
I miss beauty, I´m a living dead, my world fell down.
My longue melted, my fingers don´t have the naturality of touch anymore.
My liver and intestine were thrown away through my hiccup.
Finally I reached the level four and died by a foul plague.
Lethal nightmare of mankind, I died, finally... I died...