Текст песни Fortress of Hope - Инфекция

It smells of flesh from corpses that hang around ,
Church closed, we assemblage flies
At the level of the people , we are infected ,
We breathe from the plague , but not the war .
Death!
We bear !
Stinks of desperation , God , for which he punishes us ?
Again crush mass street infected masses .
We have not been able to hide , but it was used from which ,
We devoured internally Plague creature .
We are born , that would gnaw the flesh from hunger ,
And decompose inside.
Corpse fire gave only cold us
Be dead , but live .
Gift of Satan , we were born to him.
Gift of Satan , and you're born for it.
Gift of Satan , and I was born for it .