Vomitory - Epidemic (Created to Kill) Lyrics
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Epidemic (Created to Kill)
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What Are The Lyrics For Epidemic (Created to Kill) By Vomitory?
Contagious a breed of disease
Airborne created to kill Boiling intestines flesh eating plague The skin is covered in wounds Parasite an infectious spice Screaming from deep within No more pain, no more whispering voices Sanity a conquered illusion Carrier of world destroyer What once were will never be again A breed to inflict mankind Nervous system close to collapse Respiratory arrest creating panic The skin falls apart flesh decompose A mind possessed by itself Blood from the ears, blood from the eyes Melting in a pile of gore Carrier of world destroyer Gastric juice drops From the hollowed body The bowels fall to the ground A smell of recent slaughter a lot of coagulated blood Process of slaughter limb by limb Muscles stretch until they burst Mind explodes in madness Eyeballs turn inside out Brain activity turns to zero No blood left inside the body Everything burst into pieces Morbid ending for a morbid infection Fed by the taste of mankind Dismembered in a thousand ways To be a host to the plague Viceral contents pieces of flesh Abranded human covered by death Human experiments out of control Infections now rule and destroy |
Who Wrote Epidemic (Created to Kill) By Vomitory?
Erik Rundqvist, Tobias Gustafsson, Ulf Dalegren, Urban Gustafsson
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What's The Duration Of The Epidemic (Created to Kill) By Vomitory?The duration of Epidemic (Created to Kill) is 3:45 minutes and seconds. |
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