Vessels - Disease The Seas Lyrics

Curse of the fire
Curse of the damned
Curse all you lowlifes
Your end is at hand
I’ll stand aside as the world strikes you down
Decrepit flesh in a dry sea of brown
Burning the skies you earn your demise
Troglodytic ignorance
You heathen, you breathe in your own toxic essence
Commanding the army of earth to die
Oceans boil, chordata cooked
Hearty meal for a fuck like you
Flora enflamed, bare skin fried
Hearty meal for a fuck like you
Disease the seas
No god to please
Destroying yourselves
Sculpting your own fresh new hell