Days Of Decay

Days Of Decay
Everynight the grave rises up about
Your bed
Days of decay, dellussion will stay
Plague infected blood streams down the
Body
Laments and prayers rise for anybody to
Hear
Everynight the pain gets more and more
Intense
Days of decay submitted to fate
Your achievements ruined your innocence
And there´s no time to be thirsty for
Hate