Tribe Of The Glutinous Tissue — текст песни (Dead Infection)

Look into the life, tissue is working
Glutinous carrion creats a tribe
Lord of plasm build the kingdom
Spit out your soul on the bloody cross

Hard to digest, a while of silence
You`re bleeding glutinous dose
Like a priest you`re praying
Breathless, new dead life

Lord of plasm, lord of tribe
the sign of sweet suffering
Save your mind, hide yourself
in the dead place with a chance to survive

Piercing scream from your trachea
Suicidal cry of the rotten flesh
Deadly pain, buring veins
Glutinous ghost takes your soul

Tribe of the glutinous tissue
It`s no fun being lord of plasm
Tribe of the glutinous tissue
It`s no fun being hard to digest