There is no hope or cure
Epidemic has spread
You will lose, you can not win
Hope is lost for humanity
Epidemic, epidemic of the dead
The world we knew is gone!
The world we knew is dead!
There's no way out, it's too late
There's no way back, this is the end!
Worldwide funeral
Internal hole of narrow ways
Our souls are there to rot in hell!
You will die, fresh meat is what they eat
You can't escape, meet your doom
You won't arrive, you will
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Epidemic, epidemic of the dead
Worldwide funeral
Internal hole of narrow ways
Our souls are there to rot in hell!
Writer(s): Jonas Hans Magnusson, Mikael Wassholm, Mika Hendrik Lagren, Jan Erik Ivarsson, Roberth John Flip Karlsson
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