It seeps in through th skin and soaks in the eyes, to feast upon broken men and fortunes of empires.

Move in for the kill, strike terror at the sight when the knife cuts the light of day.


We are gods of war. Release the plague.

Flesh eating open sores. Decide right now if you're our warriors or steam will rise from your hollow open sores.


The warlord takes the field and towers over all.

Wait for our eagles' claw to viral gouge his eyes.

Axe thrash to your limbs , lives drop by our slice.

Your last stand before the fall of day


We are gods of war. Release the plague.

Flesh eating open sores.

Decide right now if you're our warriors or steam will rise from your hollow open sores


Blood rust on our blades.

Burn your bodies or epidemic will spread on