Слова песни Diseased Aktivehate

Open the lid of the chest of Man,
Let the dreams and nightmares flee
from their tight grasp of hellish enclosure!
Dominate the minions,
the underlings of the tombs.
We’re in war, shape thy sword!
Feed off of hatred and vomit the hateful roar!
We are all doomed…
We are all diseased…
We are not worthy of such a benefit…
As long as Winter still comes,
And we ear the silent words of Njord,
There will be hunting...
Let us then rot, and be diminished…
Horsemen of the Apocalypse,
Perverted race forged in sulphur,
All of this is set,
we are all diseased…
Covered in scars and scabs…