Kill all.

Fight death.

Lesions fighting love.

Fight them all in a living hell.

Slowly rot and you die.

You fight death as you slowly realize.

Kill them all.

Fight death and slowly read in the love.

Fight them all, join me, slowly we rot.

Slowly we rot.



Dead to all.

Fighting as you slowly read in your love.

Fighting the sword.

The sword is your plow.

Dead to all.

Fighting as you're slowly rotting in hell.

Fight them all, join me, slowly we dwell.

Slowly we dwell.

Decharge.



Kill all, thy tainted

Withered soul

I, know



Vile is pussing, living it out

Slowly rotting and dying

You might definetly feel

The distorting of (all), (your) life

(The below is a real question mark)

Kill all who find death is not

(To be) slowly rotting out.



Furthermore join me

Slowly we rot..

Slowly we rot..



(This is also a question mark?)

Then the one who finds death

Is not (to be) slowly rotting out

Violently distorting

As his soul is leaking blood

Then the one will find the truth

Of slowly rotting out



Futhermore join me

Slowly we dwell..

Slowly we dwell..



To die......