Fall In Disease - Immolation

Miles away the dead are left 
Quarantined contain the death 
Brought to man a gift from hell 
Infectious blood devours all 

Filtered through Your blood it flows 
Your icy corpse frozen glance 
Rapid spreading unrelenting plague 
We`re sucked into its realm 

Infected flesh... peels 
Falls to the ground... rots 
Rots in the heat... burns 
Burns away 

Vomit blood into Your hands 
Hemorrhaging internally 
Organs breaking through Your skin 
Slow decay from within 

Silent screams are never heard 
Echo through the fields of dead 
Doomed to face a painful end 
Alone to die where You fall 

Bodies now are thrown 
Onto a pile, decay 
Infect the populace 
All behold the dead 
Rest eternally 
Now condemned to die 
Eradicates our race 

Ablaze in fire, corpses burn 
Upon a mound of flesh 
Cleansed in flames, this rampant plague 
Crimson blood so pure 

Infected flesh... peels 
Falls to the ground... rots 
Rots in the heat... burns 
Burns away