Chronic Infection - Legion Of The Damned

Forced isolation in centuries of disgust

Disease of the soul, living lives which are lost

Muddled identities, living out days

Scaring it’s victims, a formless face

Respiratory skin eruptions

With protrudes eyes they see

How facial features are rotting away

Mutilating, endlessly

Trapped, separated from humanity

Epidemic, fatal destiny

A foul odor from gangrenous parts

Incurable sick they’ll be

Pain and suffering will stay

Bodies slowly will decay

Unable to provide curative treatment

Sudden death, morbidity

High, raise plague mortality

Corpses putrefy horribly

Territories in dreariness

Neglected fields is what you see

People escaped

This unpredictable reality

Loss of men accelerates

Laicization of society

Extirpated indiscriminately

Bodies of the dead decayed where they had

Breathed last

Filled with fear, death is near

Belonging to the past

Thousands of man put away in isolation

Suffered from the chronic infection