Silent Carnage - Paramaecium

For the wages of sin is death

Scraping bodies out of the gutter

Rotting corpses piled on each other

Infesting plagues defiled the land

Sole rectification through sacrificed Son of Man

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Foul stench fills the street

Silent carnage, rotting meat

Tormented faces in despair

As vultures fill the air

Waiting to rip apart their prey

Seeking to take it all away

Taking them for all they have

Final chance to reach for life

Regeneration through reconciliation

Obliterate the plague from the land

Seek the covenant blood affiliation

Propitiation by Gods Right Hand

A sickly carcass beyond human likeness

Searches its soul and finds only darkness

Its desire for life is growing in size

As this rotted corpse slowly opens its eyes

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Foul stench fills the street

Silent carnage, rotting meat

But some dead seek rebirth

They want to walk the earth

Walking among the scattered dead

Feeding corpses living bread

Living in obedience is the

Final choice you make in life