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Slowly dying in their haunted house

Once they're infected no one can survive

Pestilence on hate sent by evil gods

Clead the universe from the mortal men

Demons capture in the depths of Hell

Will come in the gleam of glory to praise the Lord

The prophecy from before time comes true

Your days are already conuted, fools!

The Antichrist descends!

Pestilence, pestilence, hate!

The first omen is your rotting hand

Fallen off your fingers, smell of open grave

Now you feel it growing inside of your lungs

Tries to rip out your body slicing sinful flesh

Your womb becomes incubator for the Devi's Child

Start the holy fire child is hardly born

World faces the Agony from an unknown pestilence

Fight with it is senseless, the remedy is death

Meesiah is arming himself to shred the mortal life

Infidels dying hard tortured till insanity

True faith is winning, massacre has been done

Wind of mayhem blows spreading smell of annihilation

Pestilence, hate, hate