Bloodstained ground filled with corpses Shattered bodies lay down to rot Stench of death fills the air A bestial carnage now finds an end Still alive - with bleeding wounds I realize - the end is near Flesh is cold - dead inside Beneath the skin - parasites Enter the gates To the other side Enter the light Which shines so bright The pain I suffer makes me insane I start to crawl without an aim Forced will to live, no hope is left I close my eyes and start to pass away Infected flesh turning gray I lose my face the skin fades A slow decay of hundred corpses Stench of death fills the air An open graveyard, no final rest To manifest - the bestial carnage