Вершы: Faceless (The). Akeldama. Pestilence.

A flourishing plague comsumes the masses
Emaciated figures dying in the streets
Boils and sores devour their flesh
Vital organs turn to sludge
This inescapable fate captures humanity
With everyhour more victims fall
Mass hysteria becomes the protocol
Civilization turns to savavgery
With no hope for a cure in sight
Science becomes futile the the chaos
Disease their ridden humans play out their final
Days as ravenous animals
A bastardized version of man which cannot be reversed
Limbs and appendages rot and fall off
Leaving hideous cratures in tormented hell
Suffering life forms await death in the misery of defeat
Mass fraves filled with diseased bodies
Spreading sickness posthumoulsy