The Scythe

I smell rot, flesh infested with worms, it's time to follow the scythe
Diseases reign in these times rotten black skins falls to the ground the cultures are irrigated
With infected blood
Everything you eat everything you breathe soon will end in irreversible cancer
Black smoke comes from underworld to invade the heavens
The hell you are in, the hell you are in, this is hell, this is the hell you are in
The demons never came up from hell, they were always there
Mass suicides is the only hope we have
At least I know I can’t go to hell
Scattered brains tangled guts cries of despair before impact
Misanthropy leads you to necroscopy you will never cross the line of immortality
There is no solution we must leave this world

No absolution
One more day in this cold hell
One more night in this large cell
I opened the gates towards my loneliness
I built the bridge to my suffering
The blood starts to run grim reaper is near I walk alone through a field of corpses
I smell rot, flesh infested with worms, it's time to follow the scythe
I don't intend to keep running away, I'm ready to go
I follow the steps of the hooded but without chains
Everything becomes darker and darker, now I feel the cold, my heart no longer beats