It seeps through the skin and soaks in the eyes, to feast on broken men and fortunes of empires
Move in for the kill, strike terror at the sight when the knife cuts the light of day

We are the gods of war
Release the plague, flesh eating open sores
Decide right now if you're our warriors, or steam will rise from your hollow open sores

The warlord takes the and towers over all
Wait for our eagles' claw to viral gouge his eyes
Axe thrash to our limbs, lives drop by our slice
Your last stand before the fall of day

We are the gods of war
Release the plague, flesh eating open sores
Decide right now if you're our warriors, or steam will rise from your hollow open sores

Blood rust on our blade
Burn your bodies or the epidemic will spread on