don't abuse me
you'll need me soon

Fighting for you
I'll tear up you bodies
taste the sweet smell of blood

Slow death I cause
and nightmares I bring

Dying culture
no more money counts
only a fear of senseless praying

Dying culture
your blood's on my hands

Dying culture
was there an ending
what was on your mind

Your own breed collapsed
suffered from cancer
Taste the sweet smell of plague

Dying culture
it's the last time i squire the poison of truth
into your swelled body

Dying culture
your blood's on my hands

No one will stop me
the blossom of death
so feel my cape covering mankind

Dying culture
your blood's on my hands

Fuck you
dying culture

Your blood's on my hands