Infection on the spirit — One’s so clean and pure
Now has been invaded — By something obscured
Tongues are spoken widely — Message from the dead
Enter transformation — to a State of no return
Sicker — The only thing your body’s turning
Vomit paints the floor — in blood
Disease — That won’t come out through bible treatment
The seed has begun — to grow
«Infected soul»
Bitings in your gut, spikes nailed in your soul, shakes are getting worse
Rotting deep inside — demonic — standing petrified
You start to suffer inner conflict
Bleeding you scream in agony — your world is now at one with it
Your body’s turning weak, a suicidal need, is tearing you within
In the mirror you see — «a rotten corpse»
Still you are alive — and breathing — robber of life
You painful suffer inner conflict
You try to keep your sanity — the force crave what’s left of it
Spewing — You start to choke on blood and innards
This life soon will turn to — Death
Cramping — Within your self theres heavy movement
Something wants to exit — your soul
Labour — You feel it’s coming out there’s no escape or hiding — Panic now is
total
Gasping — Your innards coming with it, you are puking bowels — Launching birth
through sickness
Starring — Before you lays a figure of unknown description — Shaped through
inner conflict
Helpless — Watch it disappear into the world your leaving — Sleep forever
soulless