A Catastrophe of Epic Proportions Songtext

von Through The Eyes Of The Dead

Followers led to rot
Among their waste
A putrid path of torment
And human debris
Infection of the soul
No purity
Tearing apart
From the inside out

Sickness spreading
Further from the host
Spiraling
Out of control
As the 11th hour
Rears its ugly head
We embrace death
As the only way
Consumed with fear
And no apparent cure
Condemned as humanity's... demise

Incinerated
To remove the plague
Thrown to the fires screaming
Burning half alive
We are the disease
We are the virus
There is no cure
Only extinction
Insanity
Only a step away
The sun begins to fade
This foreseen image of madness
And the sheer panic
Floods the streets

We are the disease
We are the virus
There is no cure
Only extinction
We are the disease
We are the virus
There is no cure
Only extinction

Sickness spreading
Further from the host
Spiraling out of control

We are the disease (We are the disease)
We are the virus (We are the virus)
There is no cure (There is no cure)
Only extinction / extinction