Bridge:
Spreading from the end, filled with grimace
It has decimated my soul
Haunted by the putrification
I am at one with the innocent
Verse 1:
Orchard of the metal, the vilest element
And elegy has demanded my flesh
It has reaped me of fear
Icy inside, I have glistened the metal that has clustered
(Bridge) then, Verse 2:
It has partaken in my demise
Overrun with despair
I've chosen the fever
Wickedness has rusted my chain
Riddled with death, so painful that it has studded
I am at one with the epidemic
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