Disease the Seas

Curse of the fire, curse of the damned
Curse all you low lifes, your end is at hand
I'll stand aside as the world strikes you down
Decrepit flesh in a dry sea of brown

Burning the skies you earn your demise
Troglodytic ignorance
You heathen, you breathe in your own toxic essence
Commanding the army of earth to die

Oceans boil, chordata cooked
A hearty meal for a fuck like you
Flora enflamed, bare skin fried
A hearty meal for a fuck like you

Disease the seas
No god to please
Destroying yourselves
Sculpting your own fresh new hell



Credits
Writer(s): Davis Beattie
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