Reflections of death Darkness comes, rising Calling out the old god's name Our souls burn till black Awash in sin, rotting Rats and serpents, lifeless hearts Welcome this human condition Helpless, we're trapped in submission Facing our hopeless position Foretold, our end has been written We all pay the price Scars run deep in skin Hell comes raining down We are left to ash Our souls are festered and blistered We have become our own killers Corpses, our bodies will wither Judgment has now been delivered Salvation has come too late A welcome grave for all this hate We're the disease We're the disease We're the disease We're the disease