Genocide is coming from sky
Angel Of Death walking among Us
God was tired of so many faults
And spread the plague on us
Empty Graves of forgoten souls
We won't leave this world alone
So, just don't cry for others
Are you ready to die?
Sentence of God, Sentence of God
Corpses fallen on the ground
Is it your fault or disease of Divine?
Black Death knocks your door
And there's no way to hide
Doctor Death walking in dirty streets
Men with bird masks you will meet
They will try to save a hopless soul
And make you bleed!
