Plague Of Sores

Open the seven seals, unleash domination up on this world, set free the virus
Across this place, woe, to all humanity. all you feel is displeasing pain, to set the
Ways for the dying, a drop of blood, the river of death, the persecutors are
Persecuted, once they stood tall and now they fall, cause and effect, the disease
Is ridden through your mortal coil, pain is so blinding it numbs you to the core
Everyone you see is like looking at a mirror, plague of sores, moving fast like an
Outbreak of demons on your flesh, to take command and rule the world of
Famine, to the end, despair, plague of sores, open the seven gates, fallen below
To abyssic realms, plague of sores