Dying culture

don't abuse me

you'll need me soon



Fighting for you

I'll tear up you bodies

taste the sweet smell of blood



Slow death I cause

and nightmares I bring



Dying culture

no more money counts

only a fear of senseless praying



Dying culture

your blood's on my hands



Dying culture

was there an ending

what was on your mind



Your own breed collapsed

suffered from cancer

Taste the sweet smell of plague



Dying culture

it's the last time i squire the poison of truth

into your swelled body



Dying culture

your blood's on my hands



No one will stop me

the blossom of death

so feel my cape covering mankind



Dying culture

your blood's on my hands



Fuck you

dying culture



Your blood's on my hands