Sickened

(альбом: Necrocracy - 2013)

The first ripening pustule reared its black head today
A mephitic harbinger of inexorable decay
Carbuncles and buboes weeping welts to ensue
Blood bears infection as it courses through
In sickness as in health sickened by the sight
Of myself in the mirror cowering from the light
Sickened in heart and mind bowed beneath this blight
Flesh suppurates blood drains to white

Once infected death's grip seizes through my veins
Blackening sores erupt, fever boils through my brains

A contagious affliction, sputum expectorates red
Sickened unto the grave
As epidermal revulsion marks me as soon to be dead
Sickened unto the grave
Sickened unto the grave

My family and neighbors come shun my face
For fear of infection I'll be left to my fate
Writhing in dejection in an abhorrent state
My blood drains to white sickened unto the grave
The pustules rupture a foul, fetid spew
Swollen piles leaking infectious, discolored grue
My shocking reflection I no longer recognize
As I succumb to decay before my festered eyes

The only solace I find is that as the contagion spreads
I'll be joined by you all amongst the numberless dead

A contagious affliction, sputum expectorates red
Sickened unto the grave
As epidermal revulsion marks me as soon to be dead
Sickened unto the grave
Sickened unto the grave

Life looms somewhere forgotten in a feverish haze
As my extremities contort beneath my gore-grizzled gaze
Waking hours turned to nightmare as my senses decay
And my blood drains to white, sickened unto the grave

There's a ripening reek that emanates from my crotch
And I dare not speak the horrid shade of the blotch
That marks my face as one soon to be at death's door
As I now become totally rotten to the gore totally rotten to the gore

As my bowels liquefy and my skin sloughs away
Sickened unto the grave
I welcome the cold comfort of death's black embrace
Sickened unto the grave
Sickened unto the grave