Stench of the Infected - Dehuman Reign

It is the blood that spreads the sin

If it’s in your blood you cannot win

You carry it inside

You’ve become one of the rejected

Let your instincts take control

And smell the stench of the infected

Transformation to another level of existence

Infection is spreading

Crimson tissue burning

Bodily fluids boiling

Disintegration comes

All praying to a single god

And all emotions be neglected

Let adrenaline take control

Inhale the stench of the infected

An intervention from below

Foul cadavers resurrected

Let your instincts decide

And smell the stench of the infected

It is the blood that spreads the sin

And if it’s in your blood you cannot win

An intervention from below

Foul cadavers resurrected

Let adrenaline decide

And join the hordes of the infected