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Squalid ghosts behind the walls

Vanishing the voices through the gallows

Pestilent fog - lit by the rising sun

Bleeding to feed the soaked soil

Which joins the still fresh

Smell of bodies in Nankin

A new squad gathers 'round the pest

To purify the water and infects the flesh

7 opened gates

Each hole of those tests subjects

Filters the fluid clogged with bacteria

Servant taking note

Of the limits of exposed flesh and bones

Purulent path behind the parasite

Reaching the brain and starts to suppurate

Destroyed cells and absent eyes

Back to reality while defleshed alive

3 madmen stare

1 shared destiny

Gas burned windpipes bury the screams

Which try to emerge from disfigured faces

Lungs were already liquefied

Medicine just extends the suffering

Half frozen limbs are scattered

Purple crystals on the floor

The ecstasy of the perpetrator

Pushing the pain and reaction of human body