Necropolis - Ringworm

Dark side of white face sour

Tetanus branded in my mind

Have taste of your disease

I’m granted power over thee and thine

Execute the one who’d be king

The plague bearer shall bear his throne

I’m sickened by society

Ashamed to call this planet home

Living in the witches season

Close your eyes bow your head

Smell the air and feel the breeze

The cleansing of humanity is the chore

The instrument of destruction is the irony of holy war

Witness the end of our world

NECROPOLIS