Plague of Undeath
Plague of Undeath
They walked down nothing
Mimicking the one (they) called God
Bowing down to some retard
Which he eventually was found to be
A thousand of them died
Just because he wasn't self obliged
Nothing was what he was in knee deep
Retreating was (not) meant to be
Guards, ready the block of slaughter
Let the parasites on his entrails
Devour all that's dilapate
For the punishment, the time is now
*Steve Solo*
*Gab Solo*
A thousand of them died
Just because he wasn't self obliged
Nothing was what he was in knee deep
But now their guns are lined
Guards, ready the block of slaughter
Let the parasites on his entrails
Devour all that's dilapate
The dead shall seize thy soul
Plaga de No Muertos
Plaga de No Muertos
Caminaban por la nada
Imitando al que llamaban Dios
Inclinándose ante algún retrasado
Que eventualmente resultó ser
Mil de ellos murieron
Solo porque no se sentía obligado
Nada era lo que era en lo profundo
Retirarse no estaba destinado a ser
Guardias, preparen el bloque de matanza
Dejen que los parásitos en sus entrañas
Devoren todo lo que está deteriorado
Por el castigo, el momento es ahora
*Steve Solo*
*Gab Solo*
Mil de ellos murieron
Solo porque no se sentía obligado
Nada era lo que era en lo profundo
Pero ahora sus armas están listas
Guardias, preparen el bloque de matanza
Dejen que los parásitos en sus entrañas
Devoren todo lo que está deteriorado
Los muertos se apoderarán de tu alma