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