Testo di 'Deathsigns' di Incarnate

I am sent to eliminate the poor
The weak, the young, the old
I descend from the irony clouds
From the fiery pits of beyond

I lead no shadow, i leave no marks
No one knows that i am here
Before the dead is cast on you
And my cross is yours to bear

Under thundering skies i hunt all who are left
I prowl through the earth 'til all remains dead

I have brought all diseases to the world
All the flies and madness and whores
From the left-overs i was born
A neo-antichrist and god

Under the surface there's agony for souls
Under the surface which can be called below

Calm and silent this earth will become
A dreadful place to live for men
After my brilliant work is done
Everything that walked is dead

There ain't no tomorrow, there cant be dawn
Just simple darkness and despair
The rivers flow cyanide
Reek of flesh has filled the air

At draggers drawn with life
With the hordes of midnight
Distain can't be denied
The art of dying your last rite

Fires...(growing)
Higher...(above the)
Sky...soon to be black
Shadows...(rising)
Justice...(fighting)
Down to the basics of the wrath

Blame me spineless, blame me weak
Blame me of things you cannot see
Prepare to die, prepare to dry
Out of blood to bleed

At draggers drawn with life
The death sighing in your eyes