Scattered, broken pieces Worn out by miseries of this world Too old, too old to die Why must we rot? Why must we die? Scattered broken pieces Worn out by misiries of my soul Too old, too old to die Why must we rot? Why must we die? Cursed forever, forever cursed Cursed forever, forever cursed There for the creation of broken bones and lies Forever will last the anger Brothers of infection, our destinies are one Fragments of light scattered we are