Decrepit, replete with miserynThe elders lie diseasednAnd are dead or dyingnDilapidated, we feel torturednYou live the life of a corpsenIts the destiny of your deathnnThis malignancy is so immensenAnd in the end you'll all die offnA living carcass that is soon to crumblenAnd leave this feeding ground of the deadnnErosion of your carcassnYour skin begins to tatternAs the worms consume your brainnWeathered your life corrodesnTrapped in horrornWhile your body bio-degradesnnThis malignancy is so immensenAnd in the end you'll all die offnA living carcass that is soon to crumblenAnd leave this feeding ground of the deadnnDecrepit, replete with miserynThe elders lie diseasednAnd are dead or dyingnDilapidated, we feel torturednYou live the life of a corpsenIts the destiny of your deathnnThis malignancy is so immensenAnd in the end you'll all die offnA living carcass that is soon to crumblenAnd leave this feeding ground of the dead