Infected

Rot beneath below
Killing the chance to die, the rising of the dead
The pain denies the soul
Even after

The killing gently
Dissection of the light ? the rotting of the soul
The pain realize the wounds
? lives

You light the soul
Killing ones they save ? the rotting of the soul
Dying of the pain
Killing the soul

Killing send you to your grave

Dying soon the one they save
Tearing rid you of your limbs
Infection soon sets in
Peeling rid you of your skin ? infection!

Coming soon the end of life
Die ? cure you of infliction