Dying culture don't abuse me you'll need me soon
Fighting for you I'll tear up your 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 dying culture dying culture dying culture
Dying culture dying culture dying culture 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 squirt 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 on my hands fuck you
Dying culture dying culture dying culture
Your blood's on my hands