All Born Sick
Moonreich Lyrics

Death had shown no favoritism
The plague raged on et on within the muck
A collection of miasmas flying to your lungs
infection and blackened veins for you to puke

It Reaches the highest circles
The Uprising we ride to rebelion
Upon the satanic belief
The Enemy we lick their blood
And when the toxic sky could have been seen
the cold skin was falling into pieces
The best delight for the ratpack
And a triumph for the occult masses

The black torrent of mud he accepts
replacing the holy wine floating in your arteries
The grand signal of death he decided
the numinous motion approaches

It Reaches the highest circles
The Uprising we ride to rebelion
Upon the satanic belief
The Enemy we lick their blood