A Catastrophe of Epic Proportions

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
 Sickness spreading further from the host
 Spiraling out of control
 We are the disease
 We are the virus
 There is no cure
 Only extinction