I Am Disease - Toxic Holocaust

Wind brings famine

Your lungs fill with dust

Serpent scales etch the ground

The phase it shifts

Leaves you all alone

The moon is burning

The city sleeps

Will his blood here take you down?

Through the dirt below

Deceiving eyes can erase your mind

Erase your soul

Born of lightning

Thunder and the rain

Once forgotten I release

My touch is sickness

For which there is no cure

My legions growing

The serpent reaps

On past the gates of sin

My legion brings the plagues

We raise our fists and arise… Hail Satan!

The sleeping city withers and depletes

Slow poison trickles down your throat

Arise!!!

Storms are coming

Black clouds bring the curse

The virus seeps into your mind

Seething evil tells you to proceed

We are the left hand

We’ve bound the right