Down the sour drains

Below the world you think you know

Where man does never tread

For no sun ever shined that deep down low



Down the rotten dark

From the filth of mankind it is born

Breathing the stench of rancid sewage

Growing as a freak in the decayed brewage



[Chorus]

From life it sets all free

Indulged in killing spree

Disguised as the one to be

Draped in disease

Medication set aside

No cure here to confide

In your veins it then shall hide

Draped in disease



Subterranean growth maligned

Abomination the kind

Balterium lord of twisted mass

Eyeless but not blind



Feasting the excrements

Of a thousand infections severe

Crawling as a snake

In the spreading epidemic lair



Down the fluid hell

Stained are the walls with its poisoned breath

Roots of pestilent plague

The rates abide its ways as a tail of death



Down the hive of chills

From the filth of mankind it now feeds