Abhorrence - Pestilential Mists dalszöveg

From suppurating sores 
From bloated bodies 
From bubonic blisters 
The stench is slowly rising ! 

It's floating in the air 
The reek of decay and death 
As the infested bodies fester 
Exuding this rotten breath 
The air is warm and stale 
With premature maturation 
All medicines will fail 
You can't stop the suppuration 

Black Death, the pestilential mists 
The disease is rapidly spreading 
The Curse of god on the sinners 
The Plague won't ask for a cause